So, this morning I was contemplating piercings. I think it was due to the 7-11 clerk who sold me coffee and cigarettes and had more metal than skin on his face.
Through a long series of cross associations in my head and a plane that came in low over my workplace as I was parking, it led to me picturing this scenario:
Rock-star type has a bit of a problem getting through security. After removing the ear, eyebrow, nose, lip, tongue, cartilage and nipple piercings, he reveals he has a Prince Albert. Security, embarrassed, finally sends him through. Once aboard the plane, he blows it up, with a grenade that had been surgically inserted… Erm… Downstairs. The Prince Albert serving as the detonator. I mentally dubbed it “Pulling the Pin.”
I have issues.