The smell of burning leather
as we hold each other tight
As our rivets rub together
flashing sparks into the night
At this moment of surrender darling
if you really care
Don't touch me there

I will give my love forever
if you promise me you'll
never never never touch me there
Don't touch me there

Don't touch me there
Please don't
Don't touch me there
Oh no not there
Don't touch me there
Anywhere but there
Don't touch me there
Never--don't ever
Don't touch me there
Do you care?
Don't touch me there
Then don't touch me there
Don't touch me there.......

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Or, Don't touch my junk?

I would have thought that line would have been from the old Sanford and Son sitcom....




Here's the deal?

If you don't like the system in place to keep airline passengers safe?

Drive. Drive your fracking arse where ever you want to go.

It's come down to either getting 'sexually harassed' by a TSA agent orhaving the coroner tag and bag your nasty, dead and NAKED crumpled body after the airplane explosion.



I don't want to end up dead because you changed that pat-down rules for air travel.

http://www.lewrockwell.com/orig11/chase-e1.1.1.html


I'm a Mommy Blogger...LOL, No you are a stupid twit that should not fly.



I wonder what her complaint would be if her and her daughter died in a terrorist bombing while she flew.


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Hey, Touch my junk all day long, As long as I make it to where ever I am flying, I will have no complaint.

I have a lifetime to forget about it.