dj sydneytripp vs Jefferson Airplane

So I had the most boring day of my entire life. I spent 2 goddamn hours waiting at Adelaide airport because my budget aeroplane was delayed. Then I sat in an aeroplane and wanted to retch the whole trip. Ryan, I hope you've been reading Cleo this month because there's a great article about women who get off on tiny doorknob shaped "wieners". They have an internet community and everything. When I was on the plane there was a russian woman in front of me yelling at people. She didn't want them to use the overhead locker because her clothes were in there. Like, have you heard of a suitcase? I got on the airport train. The ticket machine sold me a student ticket, which was nice of it. I refuse to pay full fare on the airport line, who am I, kerry packer? Then I got off at Hosworthy (doesn't that just sound like a place there would be gorgeous skinny English boys with long hair and anoraks?). Finally, I had arrived at my destination, which was 1958, aka my grandfather's house. Help help I'm a prisoner in 1958! Let me ooooout!!!