and speaking of crass commercialism...
iron maiden has their own beer...
mötörhead has their own booze.
we're all going to hell in a handbasket.
—the bastard
...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
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Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
…on quick service
the bastard is an impatient man.
so when he arrived at the flying bar's counter and found no one there, he was mad.
I mean, I wanted a meal.
some whiskey.
some more whiskey.
and maybe some dinner.
so I got all on the twitter:
"it's 6:30 pm @flyingbar do you know where the hell your staff is @ Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport (PHX)"
5 minutes later twitter says to the bastard:
@thebastard Sorry for the wait. The JetBlue ticket counter at PHX opens at 6:45 pm. Somebody should be there very soon!
while I was impressed at the quick response, the bastard was also weirded out.
stupid secrete police.
be less secrete
—the bastard
so when he arrived at the flying bar's counter and found no one there, he was mad.
I mean, I wanted a meal.
some whiskey.
some more whiskey.
and maybe some dinner.
so I got all on the twitter:
"it's 6:30 pm @flyingbar do you know where the hell your staff is @ Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport (PHX)"
5 minutes later twitter says to the bastard:
@thebastard Sorry for the wait. The JetBlue ticket counter at PHX opens at 6:45 pm. Somebody should be there very soon!
while I was impressed at the quick response, the bastard was also weirded out.
stupid secrete police.
be less secrete
—the bastard
Labels:
air travel,
secretes,
the interwebs
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