Lets crash a plane,
no lets crash 4.

You two Mass-holes take off from here
and then fly a couple hundred miles south.
You're aiming for those two big ones,
can't miss em'.

And you, city plane/Mets fan, you don't really have
a destination so go find a field.
Try pennsyltucky, that ought to be random enough.
Just remember to leave nothing behind.

You darn patriot you, well you're the only one that
partially makes sense there, Uncle Sam.
Your "target" is only a few miles away
but be careful it's supposedly heavily guarded.


Okay, now that I've created this logistical nightmare,
lets go publish this in the history books.

01/10/2013