Blonde on a Plane On a plane bound for New York a flight attendant approached a blonde sitting in the first class section and requested that she move to coach since she did not have a first class ticket.
It all began when my husband returned from his annual mountain biking trip. During a reunion dinner of storytelling, rehashed crash descriptions and a declaration of lost manhood found after a Heli (helicopter) Drop with bikes and man, one of the husbands asked why we wives wouldn’t take a weekend away for ourselves.