...that rude megabitch working for the TSA at Eppley Airfield who felt me up under the guise of 'security' prior to my flight Thursday. As if the entire farce that is the Transportation Security Administration and the insane number of hoops you demand of the travelling public aren't a big enough hassle for innocent people who just want to get on the fucking plane and sleep until it lands, the brutal attitude with which you addressed me leads me to believe you acquired your people skills from the DMV.
You, Ms. McCarty (Iinspector No. 76357), can kiss my ample, hail-damaged ass.
And I mean that in total sincerity.
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It's all good. The kids can teach you after you flatten their asses.
See ya Tuesday!
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