I rode the Hello Kitty airplane. Would you like to let me fuck you?

I had to use the phone. I was boarding the plane, but man, I HAD use the phone. So I was ON IT.

The quick, heated call started off with four rings. My friend picked up. My mouth agape, I stood happy as a pig in shit and was about to share some nutzoid info with my buddy. I heard Japanese kids giggling and I figured they'd be amused too. Instead I heard:

"Dude I'm in class!"

Abrupt click. Sad Evin.

What did I see? What was happening? I FLEW ON THIS:



Hello Kitty airplane, motherfucker!!

That's right, I've ridden the friendly skies of a strange and creepy cat-fetish airplane. TWICE. And you know what's really cool about this? Not only have I wiped my face on the Hello Kitty napkins, and eaten the Hello Kitty-shaped dessert while I rested on the Hello Kitty headrest and pillow, but I fully intend to exploit this information to make girls giggle.

Right before I try to impregnate them.

"Hello titty."