Donald J. Trump and Mike R. Pence catch a last-minute commercial airline to Alabama for a campaign rally, seated next to each other in the last row of First-Class. An hour into the flight the President leans over to the Vice President and whispers, "Hey. We should join the Mile High Club together."
"That's crazy talk!" Pence stammers. "Look at all of the people on this plane. Someone is sure to notice."
"No way." Chirps Trump with a coy wave of his hand. "Nobody pays attention to anything happening around them on planes anymore. Look, I'll prove it." And with that, he unbuckles his seatbelt, stands up and yells, "Can anybody please give me a pencil?"
He is met with pure silence. All of the passengers are engaged in various distractions, ranging from sleep to listening to electronic devices on their headphones.
Amazed and thrilled by this presentation, Pence eagerly pulls down Trump's pants to his ankles, yanks down his own trousers, stands up and starts power-fucking the President's asshole like a champ.
Meanwhile, a stewardess is in the back of the plane tending to her service cart maintenance duties when she notices and old man sitting alone in the back seats with his lap covered in vomit.
"You poor thing!" She cries. "You should have asked me for a motion sickness bag!"
"No fuckin' way!" He gasps. "There's a shit-haired retarded man a few rows up who just asked for a pencil and he got ass-raped by a scary zombie!"
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