The Other Mile High Club

I do this. I mean, I don't have a pussy and I don't usually have a lollipop, but other than that I do this. I think it's to do with being confined in a small space with a bunch of strangers, all of them on their holidays or away on business or off the clock in one way or another, bored silly or asIeep under their blankets. I've never properly made it into the Mile High Club but I am definitely a member of this other, rather less distinguished club.

Actually I beat off in the john almost every time I fly. I can't help it, I just get stiff sitting there trying to read or watching a dumb movie, and pretty soon I'm bothered to distraction and I have to get up and take that long limp down the aisle to the only private place on the plane. Some of them look at me and I know, I just know they know what I'm gonna do. 'Cause they've done it. Others look at me and I can almost hear them saying ew gross. It only takes a few minutes. That Galifianakis character says it's not iIIegal it's just frowned upon. My s¡ster said it's not creepy it's just funny and maybe a bit pervy. Whatever. Nobody's gonna tell me where I can or cannot express myself.

I love this video, I've watched it about a billion times. Thanks to FRANGIRLHOT for that. Feel free to weigh in, I love it when you guys pipe up. You might have been sitting next to me, for all I know.