Anne Is Mistaken for a Corset Terrorist AOC Sensually Yours
Now that Secretary Napolitano has sobered up, let me tell you a funny story about my own recent encounter with American airport security.
Returning from Tucson to New York over Thanksgiving, I found myself with a white shirt and only black bras for the trip home.
As we all know, I can be a bit devilish and so I decided to torment my friend all the way back to New York, wearing a white corset under my shirt.
I’m no idiot. Of course I knew that the metal hooks in front would set off airport security. I have a piece of titanium embedded in my body and get the airport security pat down anyway. At this point, it’s a quick drill, and I know how to do it.
Hours later, I created bedlam at the Phoenix International airport.