I really, really, want to dust my balls in talc laced with something super radio reflective so they light up like a christmas tree in the airport scanner. Wear an underwire bra, some tiny shorts, and a crop top tranny style. Then when they ask me "Sir, we're going to need you to step aside for a cavity search" start yelling out "IT'S MA'AM! IT'S MA'AM! I NEED A FEMALE TO SEARCH ME!" All in a bid to get the TSA chick to touch my balls and panties. Make them feel like they're being violated for once.
C'mon man, I've got hairy legs that turn blonde in the sun, and with the thigh highs the kids wont be able to rub my leg down and watch the hairs come back up again.
I really, really, want to dust my balls in talc laced with something super radio reflective so they light up like a christmas tree in the airport scanner. Wear an underwire bra, some tiny shorts, and a crop top tranny style. Then when they ask me "Sir, we're going to need you to step aside for a cavity search" start yelling out "IT'S MA'AM! IT'S MA'AM! I NEED A FEMALE TO SEARCH ME!" All in a bid to get the TSA chick to touch my balls and panties. Make them feel like they're being violated for once.
Fuck flying.
Or in other words, your normal Friday evening?
P.S. -- don't forget the thigh-highs. They really set off your leg hair.
C'mon man, I've got hairy legs that turn blonde in the sun, and with the thigh highs the kids wont be able to rub my leg down and watch the hairs come back up again.