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The wife and I travel either half way across the country or 3/4 of the way across the country for Christmas every year. Every January I inform my wife that this is the year we tell those f'ers (who aren't toting infants and/or toddlers and paying $200-$400/ticket) that planes fly east. I've seen'em do it, I guaran f'ing tee you can come this a way for once and every Christmas I'm biting my tongue and boarding a f'ing flight loaded on Xanax. Frick on a stick with a brick. They're all retiring I'm eking out a living in a shitty job market and we're the ones shelling out for the flight? F'ers.
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