I miss those days.

I judge the people on the plane who have twelve beers. Like how the hell do you plan on getting off the plane

everyone understands. I honestly don't remember the last time I flew sober. I either smoke a blunt, eat a cookie or have 3-4 drinks before.

I'll never forget the 5:30 am flight where the attendant asked me what wanted to drink and I said a screwdriver. Bitch sitting next to me looked at me like something was wrong with me.

Motherfucing bitch, I just came off of a 14 hour overnight shift and I'll be lucky if I get properly to bed in the next 12. Shut your bitch as the fuck up.