I had an epiphany. For those of you that do not know what that is, you'll need to Google "epiphany". Anywho, i had a realization, which is also similar to what an epiphany is, that I identify as Herold from Thomas the Tank Engine. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the Island of Sodor spitting lungies on disgusting tank engines. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is impossible and I'm dumb as hell and I don't care. I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Herold" and respect my right to soar above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your Island of Sodor privileges. Thank you for being so understanding.
It can be done....saw a video of a quad-rotor remote controlled helicopter a guy made out if his dead cat the other day. Sky is the limit..... Dreams like these keep the human race moving forward. Support.
I will respect you for the manchopper you are, on the inside as well as the outside.. Question though, which bathroom do you use now?
You need to respect that a heliperson can't get good work and now I can't afford nobs to pay for a name change. Stop being coptarded.
@prime Probs has toilets lined along the left and right aisles. Just refer to your in-flight pamphlets for more details. Thank you for flying with Willy and his terrible jokes airlines
A few years ago I decides to become a dolphin. I got my bones reshaped to swim better and a fin surgically attached to my back. Since then I've been the happiest person ever!
Hey willy. I have a question. As a newly transitioned Herold from whatever that book or movie was, have you considered the implications of flying over Turkish airspace?
Have you seen the movie "Tusk"? If not, stop what you are doing, relieve your stomach of any particulates, and watch it. Now!
If I were to be shot down, I would be a martyr for all believers of the homocopterian life. Come at me, Turkish airspace.