one lonely success

as i fly safely above california, i cant help but think that if i were to crash land onto a deserted island with these people (as often happens when traveling from LA to Seattle) that i would have to whip some of them into shape.

for sure.

as i look around the cabin, i’m confident that i would totally be the leader of this motely looking bunch and i’ll tell you one thing, i wouldn’t take any of their crying or whining.

hell no, i would run our little island with efficiency and….oh gawd…the chick in the washington huskies sweatpants just took her shoes off and she’s in desperate need of some sort of dr.scholl’s foot product.

i would so put smelly sock girl in charge of island laundry duties…