Picture Perfect

A surprise post. Surprised, aren't you?

No? Fine, be like that. See if I care.

If you want to know a bit more about this post, and perhaps actually read it, you'd better make yourself a cup of tea...or maybe three. And so my pseudo-mobster jet-set life style will begin to unfold before your eyes...

I'd better explain. You see, it's all about air people. Y'know who I mean, the sort who offer you food and such when you're in the air. Glorified waiters/waitresses. I can't talk about the men, but the air stewardesses are really very pretty. And they smell nice too. Of course, I fly simply to renew my visa, lest I be carted off to serve in the IDF (army), and 18 months of dodging bullets just somehow doesn't appeal to me as much as attending university in London...So it's on and off the 'planes every 3 months.

Airplanes, on the run from the Israeli authorities, and pretty women: how much more mobster can I get, without actually committing murder? Exactly.

I doubt anyone will see this. This site is officially out of commission, remember? Anyway. It's late. I haven't slept for hours and hours. And I'm going.

Bye!