Pac-Egyptians
Millions of Mexicans pour over the border every day, not a peep. Eleven Egyptians try to overstay their visa so they can work at a seven-eleven for the rest of their lives, the DHS lose their fucking mind. Meanwhile, it's not like the legal Egyptians are getting any love from the system. I've been in DHS limbo for six months and two days.
Stop picking on the Egyptians!
And things aren't about to get any better, what with the terror plot they uncovered today. Now, not only do I get special attention at the airport, but I also get to feel self-conscious about drinking gatorade and listening to my iPod.
And I just fucking heard that books are banned as a carry-on! So let me get this straight: I'm a 6 foot 4 middle-easterner who's actually paid over $1200 so I can sit in a metallic tube filled to the gills with fuel, flying to Egypt, only to be singled out at the airport, touched inappropriately by screeners, looked at suspiciously by passengers, banned from reading and listening to music while I fly, forced to sit in cramped seats for 11 hours and arrive at Cairo International Airport, only to find that the fucking foreigners get a shorter line at passport control.
It's like a kafka-esque nightmare, this. The only way it could get any worse is if I turned into a cockroach, midflight.
posted by Basil Epicurus at 11:12 PM
3 Comments:
You're six four?
How is it possible that you're not getting enough action?
I am six four. A complete anomaly seeing as my parents are five five and five four.
Can you ever really get enough action?
Seriously, I have two things working against me: I'm mildly discerning (for a guy) and unless the girl has a fake-terrorist fantasy she wants to live out (you'd be surprised how many there are, actually), you can pretty much rule out the average white girl.
It's a numbers game and the biggest casualty of the current global political climate has been my ability to get laid, with relative ease:)
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