This is easily the worst flight of my life. I don't know how I'm going to survive 14 hours of this. If an armpit had an anus I would imagine that it would smell exactly like this 300 pound fob jackass sitting next to me with the pink "Juicy Couture" travel bag and knock off"Affliction" tshirt. I'm astounded by conflicting styles of douchebagetry. To make it worse he drowns himself in cologne every 3 hours. If only someone would introduce him to a bar of soap. Way to fight the stereotype Salman. FML...
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