• It is time for good old Uncle George to pay up. For years, at least as long as I can remember, he always eluded everything by saying, "I'll do that when pigs fly." Or, "I'll give you $100 for that when pigs fly." My favorite might be, "I'll go to church when pigs fly."
• Well, Uncle George, it is time for you to pay up for all of those promises in the past.
• According to some airlines, pigs can fly. I am not sure I have all of the facts, but then again facts have little to do with most stories going around these days. All I know, certain airlines will allow you to carry on board your pet pig if it is important to you for your mental well-being. After all, only the pilots are allowed to be mentally off when it comes to flying.
• I must confess that my least favorite mode of transportation is flying. Now, according to some rumors flying around, I have more reasons not to like flying.
• I think the cost of flying his discouraged me from enjoying the flight. It seems terribly expensive to squeeze your body into the seat made for a person half your size so that you can pay double the price.
• It takes me about a half hour to get myself squeezed into a seat and manipulate the seatbelt to go all the way around me. By that time, I need to go to the restroom.

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