Plane crashes are a favored way of assassination.
The first time I learned of this was South African cricketer hanse cronje. He crossed Indian betting rig gangs.
Oh and that polish president last decade.
In secretary General dag somebody.
Avoid flying
I probably would have died on the spot from the endless vomiting.
Vomiting out of disgust with Bathhouse Barry or sight of the giant moose knuckle in Big Mike's skirt?
Can it be both?
Vomiting from the overwhelming stench of sulfur.
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