I thought I was going to die, we were so high up, I thought to myself: I hope we don't crach and burn or worse yet landing in the ocean, living
through it, only to be eaten by shark's, or worse yet, end up on someplace like gilligans Island, stranded, or worse yet, be eaten by a Tribe of head
hunters, speaking of head hunters, why do They just eat outsiders, and not The family members? strange... and what if The plane ripped apart in
mid-flight and we plumited to earth landed on gilligans Island and Then lived Through it, and The only woman There was Mrs. Thurston Howell, III? no
mary anne (my favorite) no ginger, just lovey! If it were just her, I think I'd opt, for the sharks, maybe The headhunters
Flight#: 39
From: Portland To: Maui
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