ok, i'll start.
about 4 years ago, i was flying with this first officer in his mid twenties. he was a very cool and laid back guy. we had a lot of fun over the 4 days we flew together. our first trip(we call it a turn. this means flying out of the hub airport to a spoke city and back), the flight attendant was cleaning the cabin and found a hustler magazine in one of the seat pockets. being the cool flight attendant that she was, she threw the magazine up to the cockpit. basically, we spent the next 4 days reading the stupid articles and critiquing body parts.
on our last day of the trip, we had a ridiculously early start in the morning. i think we had to wake up at 3:30 am, fly from the outstation to the hub airport, then fly another turn(out and back) before we finished for the week. on our second flight, the first officer dozed off while we were flying along in cruise.
i took the magazine in question out of my flight bag, opened it up to the centerfold and laid it on the console between the pilot seats. i unzipped my pants and pulled the tail of my white shirt out the fly. i undid my belt and left it laying as open as possible.(no, i never pulled out my dick).
i always carry sun block with me and use it religiously because i am really worried about getting skin cancer. the sun beating through the windows at 37,000 feet is really brutal. so...i pulled out my tube of sun block and shot a nice squirt over to the right corner of the airplane. it went over the top of his knee, over the control yoke, and came to a stop on the instrument panel in the far right corner of the cockpit. seemed to me like that wasn't enough effect, so i shot another "load" across his lap which went over the top of his pants and forearms, his charts and finally finished up as a really huge spat on the right side window.
after all this he was still asleep, so i disconnected the autopilot and made my own turbulence by shaking the control yoke around because i wanted him to wake up and see my handiwork. he sort of lifted up his head and looked around a little but apparently was still in a bit of a stupor because nothing registered with him right away. he laid his head back down for about 10 seconds or so, then shot out of his seat like a canon. he looked around and screamed: "DUDE!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!!!????"
about 4 years ago, i was flying with this first officer in his mid twenties. he was a very cool and laid back guy. we had a lot of fun over the 4 days we flew together. our first trip(we call it a turn. this means flying out of the hub airport to a spoke city and back), the flight attendant was cleaning the cabin and found a hustler magazine in one of the seat pockets. being the cool flight attendant that she was, she threw the magazine up to the cockpit. basically, we spent the next 4 days reading the stupid articles and critiquing body parts.
on our last day of the trip, we had a ridiculously early start in the morning. i think we had to wake up at 3:30 am, fly from the outstation to the hub airport, then fly another turn(out and back) before we finished for the week. on our second flight, the first officer dozed off while we were flying along in cruise.
i took the magazine in question out of my flight bag, opened it up to the centerfold and laid it on the console between the pilot seats. i unzipped my pants and pulled the tail of my white shirt out the fly. i undid my belt and left it laying as open as possible.(no, i never pulled out my dick).
i always carry sun block with me and use it religiously because i am really worried about getting skin cancer. the sun beating through the windows at 37,000 feet is really brutal. so...i pulled out my tube of sun block and shot a nice squirt over to the right corner of the airplane. it went over the top of his knee, over the control yoke, and came to a stop on the instrument panel in the far right corner of the cockpit. seemed to me like that wasn't enough effect, so i shot another "load" across his lap which went over the top of his pants and forearms, his charts and finally finished up as a really huge spat on the right side window.
after all this he was still asleep, so i disconnected the autopilot and made my own turbulence by shaking the control yoke around because i wanted him to wake up and see my handiwork. he sort of lifted up his head and looked around a little but apparently was still in a bit of a stupor because nothing registered with him right away. he laid his head back down for about 10 seconds or so, then shot out of his seat like a canon. he looked around and screamed: "DUDE!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!!!????"
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