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Losing It: The Ballad Of Steven Slater

There once was a man who did what he can
if you needed a hand, he'd lend it
but there came a day where he had a few expletives to say
this is a ballad about Steven Slater the Flight Attendant

See Steven was a guy who'd often try
to get the passengers seated
but there was a lady on board moving on her own accord
and her lack of action made poor Stevie quite heated

So being committed to his career of six or seven plus years
Steven tried to put her in her place
but this here lady drove little Steven crazy
when her bag knocked him square in the face

See Steven after taking a bit of beating realized
he's not so tough
so he went to the intercom said some words that would shame his mom
and basically said he had enough

and after his tirade on that plane, he said that he finally quit
but not before he opened the emergency door
and slid right out of it

What made Stevie snap, we'll never know
but one thing is certainly clear
Steven made sure that that before he'd go
he wasn't leaving without his beer.

And so that night, all seemed right
as his day was unlike any other
and a happy Steven Slater fell fast asleep
in the arms of his masculine lover.

And so ends the ballad of Steven Slater
the flight attendant who it seems had lost his mind
so tired of work, he cursed out the jerks
and most of us aren't far behind.
So I understand the anger of that man
who was trying to do his work
take this lesson and you'll find a blessing
that sometimes you just have to curse out those jerks.


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  1. AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH...true!!! But I'm still cracking up...

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