>THE GAY FLIGHT ATTENDANT

My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who
> seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
> As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and
> told us that 'Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be
> landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could
>just
> put your trays up, that would be super.'
>
> On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather
> Arabic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle.
>
> 'Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked
>you
> to raise you r trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the
>ground.'
> She calmly turned her head and said, 'In my country, I am called a
> Princess and I take orders from no one.'
> To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a
>beat,
> 'Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrankyou.
> Tray-up, Bitch.'