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The Magic of a Song…

Next time you think you’re having a rough time travelling, just think of this guy and his travel experience the other day, and then you’ll realize you don’t have it quite so bad after all. And always remember that sometimes the right song can save your ass. [via Boing Boing]

By Christine

Christine is an Avenger of Sexiness. Her Superpower is helping Hot Mamas grow their Confidence by rediscovering their Beauty. She lives in the Heights in Houston, Texas, works as a boudoir photographer, and writes about running a Business of Awesome. In her spare time, she loves to knit, especially when she travels. She & her husband Mike have a food blog at Spoon & Knife.

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4 replies on “The Magic of a Song…”

i love that last line “convincing him that I was not a terrorist and that he should recognize my right to anal sovereignty”. i mean, the whole story was good, but that made diet pepsi come out my nose.

thanks.

Yep, I was very glad to have not been drinking while reading that, kd!

As much as it is terrible to have to go through all of that mess, it is also so very funny how the National Anthem can get someone out of “trouble!”

I understand the need to have a person prove the operation of an item to ensure that it is in proper working order and not something else in disguise… I just can’t believe that it had to be an accordian (OK AccordianGuy, yes I know) but… I’m sorry… I’m a musician and that one fact is the most laughable part to me. An Accordian granted him “anal sovereignty”!

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