DEAR KID THAT WONT SHUT THE FUCK UP:
They say that all the world’s a stage. And thanks to your non stop, high pitched, ear splitting gibberish, the last two hours of my life have been the airplane equivalent of stage four brain cancer.
Guess what? We were all your age once. And we all thought that what we had to say was screamingly interesting and funny and that everyone with two ears wanted to listen. But here’s the thing:
NO ONE DOES.
Sure, you’re cute. You have adorable little songs you like to sing. You wear pretty clothes. You know how to hold the attention of the crowd.
I have just two words for you.
She thought she was a real cool piece of ass at one point, too.
Fuck. Off. Seriously. Take your act back to kindergarten where our tax dollars pay people to put up with your bullshit.
PS. Your own mother can’t even stand you. That’s why she’s sitting across the aisle.