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So...recently I was in Lake Tahoe, California/Nevada skiing and snowboarding. It was great fun, but, naturally the time came for me to head back home to South Florida...THIS is the story of what we had to go through to get there.

We left the house in Lake Tahoe at 9:00 am....sunday morning.

Lake Tahoe is in the mountains adjecent to Reno,Nevada...where the air port is, where we had to be. Unfortunatly, a blizzard hit and we had to drive down the OTHER side of the mountain down to the valley, through Carson City, and around the freaking mountain to Reno. It took hours.

We finally got to the airport, got in line to board the plane, when cops charged in front of us into our airplane. When they came out, they came out escorting our pilot out on the accusation that he was drunk. Only the first few people in the line saw this, as they obviously didnt publicly announce in on the loud speakers.

So, we ended up having to wait for around 8 hours in the airport for a plane to arrive in Chicago so that plane could then fly to Nevada, so the pilot on that plane could turn around and fly our plane to Dallas where we would meet our plane to go to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.

The minutes rolled by, the half an hours, the hours....9:00 pm sunday night came and we finally all got on the plane.

Then, we were told that we couldnt take off because they had to de-ice the plane.

One they announced they had finished de-icing the plane, we heard this huge commotion in the back left side of the plane, then a small crash.

We were immediatly informed that the "caterers" coming to stock our plane with ice (which our crew didnt ask for) tried to open the door from the outside of the plane and BROKE IT OFF.

So....now we had to wait for a mechanic to come to Reno airport at around 10 30 at night to fix the door.

Eventually he came and they told us we were finally ready to take off, EXCEPT, oh wait...the plane needs to be de-iced again.

Eventually we take off, and land in Dallas, Texas at around 3:something am Monday morning...missing our connecting plane by about half a day.

They set us up overnight in a hotel not fit to host Mongolians, though it was paid for by the airport.

So, we sleep for around 4 hours, and have to head back to the air port for our flight that leaves at 10:00 am Monday morning. A new flight, with a new plane and a new crew.

We get to the airport, get on the plane, get situated...and are letting thoughts like...OMG WE MIGHT MAKE IT HOME creep stealthly into our heads.

BUT THEN! We are told, by our NEW PILOT, of a NEW PLANE, that we couldnt leave because....this is a direct quote, "The under plane baggage area and the people that are loading the bags into the plane are currently being attacked by bees." Yes, gentlemen, I said bees. Our fucking plane couldnt take off because it was being fucking attacked by fucking bees.

Needless to say, we lost it.

Everyone simultaniously exhaled so much air that it very well could off upset the balance of the cabin pressure.

We actually had to wait for someone to be called to be called out to the airport to "fix the situation".

Eventually we left and made it back home and everybody lived. Atleast I think everyone lived, I dont know what happend to those poor baggage loaders. 1

We arrived home at 4:00 pm Monday afternoon.

Lets review those times, Sunday morning at 9:00 AM till Monday afternoon at 4:00 PM.

Anyway, contrary to popular beleif, I did come out of this gaining something. I

I was on the only plane ever attacked, and the only one ever to be attacked, by fucking bees.

1. Hehe, baggage loaders

Too much.... awkwardly paragraphed..... text.... cannot read.... past.... first.... sentence.

So I jumped to the end, and there were bees. Go figure.

BEES ON A MOTHERFRICKEN PLANE!


Can't wait till the movie comes out.

Haha, at least it wasn't snakes.

Too much.... awkwardly paragraphed..... text.... cannot read.... past.... first.... sentence.

So I jumped to the end, and there were bees. Go figure.

Haha...thats alright, I typed it very fast..I'm sure there errors galore.

In fact, I may have...planted a few.....


*hides in shadows*

Hey, Fass..me and my best friend played basketball against two kids from Sweden today at Ft. Lauderdale beach.

We owned them to the max, but I have a feeling that, if it were soccer or hockey or something else Euro, we would have been slaughtered like the American bitches we are. :D

If they just de-iced the plane why would they need to bring the ice inside?:confused:

Hey, Fass..me and my best friend played basketball against two kids from Sweden today at Ft. Lauderdale beach.

We owned them to the max, but I have a feeling that, if it were soccer or hockey or something else Euro, we would have been slaughtered like the American bitches we are. :D

See, you still lost by omitting to make them your bitches. That's what Swedes are for.

the fact that you survived the trip disqualifies it from being the worst flight ever

If they just de-iced the plane why would they need to bring the ice inside?:confused:

Ice for the beverages...they were trying to stock the plane, even though we didnt ask for it. We were already stocked earlier.

See, you still lost by omitting to make them your bitches. That's what Swedes are for.

No, Swedes are for having hot sex with kinky blonde girls dressed as school girls.

*moans*

the fact that you survived the trip disqualifies it from being the worst flight ever

Well...lets put it this way...worst flight ever were people actually dont get injured.

No, Swedes are for having hot sex with kinky blonde girls dressed as school girls.

*moans*

You could have dressed them up all purty.

bees of a fricken flane? thats impossible.

bees of a fricken flane? thats impossible.

No, that actually happend.

Whats impossible is your spelling. :D

Ice for the beverages...they were trying to stock the plane, even though we didnt ask for it. We were already stocked earlier.
The company should totally keep the de-iced ice for drinks, thus saving money by not importing it from Antarctica.

You could have dressed them up all purty.

What good are clothes for if were just gonna take em off later?


Oh, by the way...I survived last night....;)

No, that actually happend.

Whats impossible is your spelling. :D
Watch where you're throwing those stones.

The company should totally keep the de-iced ice for drinks, thus saving money by not importing it from Antarctica.

Yeah but if the ice is de-iced...I doubt its still ice. :confused:

So...recently I was in Lake Tahoe, California/Nevada skiing and snowboarding. It was great fun, but, naturally the time came for me to head back home to South Florida...THIS is the story of what we had to go through to get there.

We left the house in Lake Tahoe at 9:00 am....sunday morning.

Lake Tahoe is in the mountains adjecent to Reno,Nevada...where the air port is, where we had to be. Unfortunatly, a blizzard hit and we had to drive down the OTHER side of the mountain down to the valley, through Carson City, and around the freaking mountain to Reno. It took hours.

We finally got to the airport, got in line to board the plane, when cops charged in front of us into our airplane. When they came out, they came out escorting our pilot out on the accusation that he was drunk. Only the first few people in the line saw this, as they obviously didnt publicly announce in on the loud speakers.

So, we ended up having to wait for around 8 hours in the airport for a plane to arrive in Chicago so that plane could then fly to Nevada, so the pilot on that plane could turn around and fly our plane to Dallas where we would meet our plane to go to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.

The minutes rolled by, the half an hours, the hours....9:00 pm sunday night came and we finally all got on the plane.

Then, we were told that we couldnt take off because they had to de-ice the plane.

One they announced they had finished de-icing the plane, we heard this huge commotion in the back left side of the plane, then a small crash.

We were immediatly informed that the "caterers" coming to stock our plane with ice (which our crew didnt ask for) tried to open the door from the outside of the plane and BROKE IT OFF.

So....now we had to wait for a mechanic to come to Reno airport at around 10 30 at night to fix the door.

Eventually he came and they told us we were finally ready to take off, EXCEPT, oh wait...the plane needs to be de-iced again.

Eventually we take off, and land in Dallas, Texas at around 3:something am Monday morning...missing our connecting plane by about half a day.

They set us up overnight in a hotel not fit to host Mongolians, though it was paid for by the airport.

So, we sleep for around 4 hours, and have to head back to the air port for our flight that leaves at 10:00 am Monday morning. A new flight, with a new plane and a new crew.

We get to the airport, get on the plane, get situated...and are letting thoughts like...OMG WE MIGHT MAKE IT HOME creep stealthly into our heads.

BUT THEN! We are told, by our NEW PILOT, of a NEW PLANE, that we couldnt leave because....this is a direct quote, "The under plane baggage area and the people that are loading the bags into the plane are currently being attacked by bees." Yes, gentlemen, I said bees. Our fucking plane couldnt take off because it was being fucking attacked by fucking bees.

Needless to say, we lost it.

Everyone simultaniously exhaled so much air that it very well could off upset the balance of the cabin pressure.

We actually had to wait for someone to be called to be called out to the airport to "fix the situation".

Eventually we left and made it back home and everybody lived. Atleast I think everyone lived, I dont know what happend to those poor baggage loaders. 1

We arrived home at 4:00 pm Monday afternoon.

Lets review those times, Sunday morning at 9:00 AM till Monday afternoon at 4:00 PM.

Anyway, contrary to popular beleif, I did come out of this gaining something. I

I was on the only plane ever attacked, and the only one ever to be attacked, by fucking bees.

1. Hehe, baggage loaders

That was hilarious. Thanks for brightening my day.

What good are clothes for if were just gonna take em off later?

Oh, honey, you've so much to learn about being kinky.

Oh, by the way...I survived last night....;)

Hope you enjoyed yourself.

Yeah but if the ice is de-iced...I doubt its still ice. :confused:
Well the de-ice the plane, then they keep the ice from the de-icing of the plane. Then they don't have to import it, etc.

Enough is enough. I've had it with these bees.

Oh, honey, you've so much to learn about being kinky.

Apparently, lol. But hey, I have national stereotypes working for you and against me. Swedes are known to be hot sex fiends, while Americans are prude, sexually repressed capitalists.:p



Hope you enjoyed yourself.

Hypnotic is amazing, but later...its too much to get into now.

Well the de-ice the plane, then they keep the ice from the de-icing of the plane. Then they don't have to import it, etc.

Yes but once the ice is de-iced, it no longer constitutes the definition of ice, as it lacks the essential ingrediant...ice.

The thing about flights now, people pay 16 months in advance with a credit card and a 57% discount. So the airlines get back at us by using extensive cavity searching and killer bee attacks.

The thing about flights now, people pay 16 months in advance with a credit card and a 57% discount. So the airlines get back at us by using extensive cavity searching and killer bee attacks.

Ah, so you too think those bees were trained killer attack bees. Intersting.

Whoah, you pay 16 months in advance?

Yes but once the ice is de-iced, it no longer constitutes the definition of ice, as it lacks the essential ingrediant...ice.
The ice isn't de-iced. The plane is. The ice left over from the de-icing of the plane is what they should keep, not de-ice ice.

The ice isn't de-iced. The plane is. The ice left over from the de-icing of the plane is what they should keep, not de-ice ice.

Yes, the ice is melted by spraying a type of foam or chemical or something or other.

Thats how they de-ice.

Hence, there isnt any more ice to keep.

Bees are much less cool than snakes. Snakes would have been awesome.

The ice isn't de-iced. The plane is. The ice left over from the de-icing of the plane is what they should keep, not de-ice ice.I thought you were joking but you've taken it far enough to seem serious. They spray some chemical on the ice to make it melt. Then the plane stinks. Do you really want to drink that stuff?

Eh. Planes. $6 for half a can of beer. Isle seats. *cries*

Going to Orlando.. perfect. The flight home.. hell.

I got stuck with an isle seat.. I got a top hat from Disney and put it in carry on so it wouldn't get crushed.. the asshole in front of me had a huge bag.. shoved it right in that little shelf thing.. crushing my hat. He then sat down right in front of me, put his seat back, not only did he crush my top hat, he crushed my legs :(

So I try to relax.. and guess what. They bring that cart up the isle.. and run over my toes.. I was so pissed that entire hour. Thank god we didn't pass any big towers on the way.. *evil grin*

Eh. Planes. $6 for half a can of beer. Isle seats. *cries*

Going to Orlando.. perfect. The flight home.. hell.

I got stuck with an isle seat.. I got a top hat from Disney and put it in carry on so it wouldn't get crushed.. the asshole in front of me had a huge bag.. shoved it right in that little shelf thing.. crushing my hat. He then sat down right in front of me, put his seat back, not only did he crush my top hat, he crushed my legs :(

So I try to relax.. and guess what. They bring that cart up the isle.. and run over my toes.. I was so pissed that entire hour. Thank god we didn't pass any big towers on the way.. *evil grin*

Where were you flying home to? (I'm not a stalker I'm just trying to figure out how long you had to endure that)

Also, how tall are you. I'm 6'3/6'4 so those seats and fat guys in front of me totally slaughter my legs and knees.

Where were you flying home to? (I'm not a stalker I'm just trying to figure out how long you had to endure that)
We were flying to Philadelphia, so 2 hours, but we transfered in SC or some place.. so it was one good hour of flight and had two really nice old people sit next to me, then 1 hour of hell.

Also, how tall are you. I'm 6'3/6'4 so those seats and fat guys in front of me totally slaughter my legs and knees
I think I'm 6'