Both AirPods in. Noise cancellation mode on. Spindrift and water by my side. Gas up the jet, I’m taking flight.
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Southwest turned our flight home from the bachelor trip into a damn fever dream from hell. We sat on the runway sweating like rotisserie pigs in a Taco Bell parking lot at high noon — hotter than a jalapeño’s armpit in Satan’s sauna. The air was so thick with hangovers and regret
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