I was getting on an airplane. The attendant was being flirtish. I think that she was coming on to me. She tried to *** my excess luggage. She asked me for my ticket. Said in a voice so sweet and tender, I'm your biggest fan. So before we land, would you like to become a member? A member of the Mile High Club. The Mile High Club. I said I'm already a big fly-buyer. I sail at full velocity and quite a frequent flyer. But the Mile High Club, I ain't heard of. Tell me just a little more about the Mile High Club. Not long after takeoff, the lights dimmed in the cabin. She walked up to me and said I need to see if your belt's securely fastened. She said, would you like a beverage? And handed me a 7-up. Then she stuck her paw straight in the cross and pulled out my nuts. Said, do you want to join the Mile High Club? The Mile High Club. All you need is no inhibition and be in the upright position. Yeah, the Mile High Club. She said, I know you got what it takes to be a member of the Mile High Club. She took me to the galley and told me to relax. My landing gear quickly disappeared underneath those flaps. I guess the moral to the story, if I've got to make assertions, I'd say quantities, stewardesses, shore-like virgins. Now I'm a member of the Mile High Club. The Mile High Club. I ended up with the same reputation as the actor from The English Patient. Yeah, the Mile High Club. It's in my blood. I'm like Lee Kernighan, a member of the Mile High Club. No, that's the Outback Club. I'm talking about the Mile High Club.