This means that, this weekend, I will be treated to the obnoxious sound of fighter jets streaking through the skies, spreading their pollution throughout our atmosphere.
I believe Side Show Bob put it best.
"Airshow? Buzz-cut Alabamians spewing coloured smoke in their whiz-jets to the strains of Rock you like a hurricane? What kind of country-fried rube is still impressed by that?"
Fuck you, Air Show. Fuck you right in the tail pipe.
I hate your fucking guts, and I always will.
Seriously Airshow. Fuck you.
Jim Out
