What’s Stalin doing over there?
Stewardess: *Grabs beers, slides down escape ramp and runs off of the tarmac.*
And now you know… the rest of the story.
I've got the healthy diet and exercise stuff going, but I won't be able to lose any weight until someone creates Diet Bourbon.
Let the free market handle this problem. After several dozen plane crashes and no fewer than 2000 casualties, General Dynamics will have the profit motive to invent some laser proof cockpit glass. It's a win-win for everyone (who's not killed)!
Bush was OK with multi-syllabic words as long as the memo had a simple narrative structure with a clearly defined protagonist and antagonist and an unambiguous moral.
Also, stories about courageous animals.
The tardkampfwagen, by Jazzy.
Lesson learned: Do not wear a Red Coat to a teabagger party.
She's lucky they didn't run her over with a Rascal Power Scooter.