As soon as we get this next issue to the printer, WE… ARE… OUTTA HERE (for our holiday vacation)! And you can tell Mercury employees are ready to dash out the door, hop on the plane, see their loved ones, and… OH, WHAT’S THIS THEN?
An unattended suitcase? Apparently belonging to Sarah Mirk? Huh. That’s weird. Why would she leave it all alone like that? Any mischief maker could come along and place something inside her suitcase that would make life very difficult for her at the airport security check… and life very interesting for a TSA agent.
Huh. I wonder what someone might put in there? Hmmmmmm?
I’m sick and tired of these god damn butcher knives on this god damn plane.
Wouldn’t want to get her arrested. But of course, if the TSA were to open the bag because something liquid was accidentally left in there (like, say, a full water bottle), the resultant public unveiling of the porn stash inside would be, well, embarrassing…
A 40 of Mickey’s and a copy of Ann Coulter’s “Treason.”
Sarah’s a vegetarian, so fill her bag up with ham.
IF THIS DOESN’T LEAD TO SARAH MIRK GETTING A CAVITY SEARCH, I WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED.
Whoa there Graham. Whoa. Bring the horses back to the stable.
Small container of pee.
@FC: WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?
I really just wanted to talk about horses.
PUT MATT DAVIS IN THERE
I put a few ham sandwiches into everyone’s carry on bags. “Mr. TSA agent, it is a ham sandwich. Eat some to prove you are not a terrorist.””
Ham the best anti terrorist weapon. It turns out if you blow yourself up and ham get mixed up with your parts they will not let you into Paradise.
Vibrator. Duh. Or a cucumber wrapped in tin foil.
A vibrator wrapped in tin foil.