I am me
And you are you
And you are I
And I am too
But somebody obscures my view of you
Really, who?
Gerard Depardieu!
Waving his wang on the plane and golden showering the trolly dollies with his Odour Toilet before being tossed off¹ by the air hostess with the mostest.
Or was it the air hostess with the most moistness? I've heard about them French Blokes who, by accent alone, maketh the females froth at the flange... despite being a snail fed tub o' lard with a face like a mountain of discarded shammy leathers in a bucket of grey silt moppage.
I can't see the problem - they lock the loos and strap you in (not on) before takeoff, therefore instead of disgracing your trousers with wine induced urinatory excreta, why not transfer l'eau d'bladder into a bottle via penile piddling?
It's not like he opened a window and aimed from his seat, out through the window, spraying his internally recycled widdle stream into the gulf stream over the heads of old biddies, is it!
And even if it was, old gimmers reek of wee anyway, so it'd make no difference.
Or should that be stench of Oui?
EasyJet? Peesy jet... jet of piss, more like!
¹THE PLANE
