DIA
Dead in airport – well that’s how I felt last night when I got in.
This is Denver International Airport – it’s the biggest airport in the USA. There are trains that take you from different concourses, baggage claim and parking lots. I fly United, they’ve got their own departures hall! F’cken massive! Okay whatever…
So I was chilling at the Taco Bell chumpstyling a steak ‘n bean burrito (sounds muck, but really good!) when I noticed Naomi left her number for me. Seriously, I’m gonna call her – she might be hot. Or maybe it’s an invite to one of those underground Lucky Strike parties or something. I’ll let you know, maybe she’ll be my Mrs Dawg...
This is Denver International Airport – it’s the biggest airport in the USA. There are trains that take you from different concourses, baggage claim and parking lots. I fly United, they’ve got their own departures hall! F’cken massive! Okay whatever…
So I was chilling at the Taco Bell chumpstyling a steak ‘n bean burrito (sounds muck, but really good!) when I noticed Naomi left her number for me. Seriously, I’m gonna call her – she might be hot. Or maybe it’s an invite to one of those underground Lucky Strike parties or something. I’ll let you know, maybe she’ll be my Mrs Dawg...
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