I sing this in my head every time I go to the airport. I can’t help it.
Tomorrow, I’ll be at the airport, singing this in my head, leaving on a jet plane. This time I’m headed to the West Coast.
Travel for me means a few things…
Time away from my children.
The opportunity to see new places – well, the inside of new hotels.
I can make the room as cold as I want and as bright as I want without worrying about the electricity bill.
I can sleep naked and masturbate as much as I want without fear of anyone walking in on me.
Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good deal.