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Terminal Southwest Airlines,
BWI - & gt; SFO.
Mechanic knife guard booth
Cheap and sharp as mutton soup pho.

Flight attendants in white sёrvayut drink and Hawk,
In Boeing - hundred thirty two man.
Old black man does not drink - he was at the airport to send
Xanax'a slapped half a tin and half a tin Jack'a.

Pouring for three one thousand grams
Flying Russian - limited contingent
At the Conference on the Protection of
Computer programs.

Sacramento flies programmer neurotic,
Thick Preacher of Richmond - on vacation with his wife,
And the old Negro flies to sell one drug
And buy another.

Sleepy, sleepy -
Oh, how old Negro wants to sleep ...

With a height of thirty-five thousand feet
Crescent bright, land there.
Two Khattab stand together and for some reason,
Eyes flashing, go to the toilet.

White powder crumbles deftly
Rolls up into a tube hundred bucks,
All pipe - for installing spying
Pilot pales - coke is similar to anthrax.

Passengers look around at each other,
Mows their paranoid shiz.
Old black man puts his head under the black hand,
Tired red eyes closed.

He sees a hut on the home plantation in Alabama,
Pink Cadillac, wooden bed.
Old black man does not think about Osama,
He himself with a mustache, he wants to sleep.

Sleepy, sleepy -
Oh, how old Negro wants to sleep ...

Young children, for anything in the world
Do not go to Africa in Africa walk.
In Africa, the shark in Africa gorilla
In Africa, the big, evil crocodiles.
Will you bite, hit and hurt -
Do not go, children in Africa walk.