I’m sitting here in Houston, I mean George Bush Intercontinental/Houston Airport, waiting for my connecting flight. This airport is like the biggest dirty buttcrack I’ve ever seen. In addition, I just realized that I forgot to pack a single sex toy. That means I’m going to have to do everything with my HANDS. So retro.
Could be worse; I could be stuck at home watching The Da Vinci Load. Oh wait — I actually want to see that.
Everyone is staring at the sticker on my laptop.
