Currently, here in the Dirty South, speculating about the impending bankruptcy of Delta is a popular topic of conversation. Personally, I think Delta deserves to go bankrupt because they fucking suck ass. Every flight I have ever taken on Delta, which would be about a dozen, has been delayed. Once, I even […]

A big shout out to the jackass who got himself killed by a MARTA train today. There is a no trespassing sign and fence around the tracks for a reason, retard. Thanks for holding up my commute.

Alert Propeller Skies readers will remember that I attended MARTA Pub Crawl VI way back in May. Since it was a decent time, I decided to check out MARTA Pub Crawl VIII on Saturday afternoon. In contrast to the previous pub crawl that started in Underground, where large caliber firearms are required for […]

On the train ride home from work yesterday, I encountered yet another type of annoying transit rider. This one was loudly singing along to a hopelessly syrupy R&B ballad. Unfortunately, her voice was so terrible that in comparison William Hung sounds like Hope Sandoval.

The Unabathers are a type of smelly person found on MARTA. These are people that never take showers and a trail of noxious body odor follows them everywhere. In contrast to The Farters, The Unabathers are easy to avoid, because of their unkempt appearance.

Thanks to all the dumb motherfucking meth addled hicks in the red states Jesusland, I have recently been spending some quality time riding public transportation. Since scraping up the money to fix my hooptie is pretty much an impossibility in this goddamn fucking Bush economy.
While riding public transit, I have […]