Body Cavity Search, Please…Party Of Six



Drew: Hey, have a safe flight.

Me: Thanks!  Just cleared TSA in record time.

Drew: Were you worried?

Me: Deep down, I’m always afraid that somehow I will get myself on the no-fly list.

Drew: How?  By telling dick jokes on the internet?

Me: Probably.

Drew: That’s not why they’re going to keep you off a plane…trust me…there are reasons.

Me: Why do YOU think?

Drew: Three adolescent children, a divorcee, and two grandparents?  Honey, that’s the definition of ‘terror cell’.  (shudder)


**Friends…Loved Ones…Lovers, I am, officially, on vacation, and I will only have enough cell coverage to randomly send posts that I typed BEFORE I got on the cruise (I’m even writing this from the dock…because I’m dedicated and shit), so I won’t be able to respond to comments until I get off (Ha!  Get off!  Get it…because it’s…nevermind).  Good news…I’m sure we’re having an AWESOME time…bad news…you’ll be listening to cruise-related bullshit posts, related to my family, for the next month.  I apologize in advance.  **


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