Remember what it was like when airlines advertised to rich people with what amounted to “Fly us, get laid”?
Good Lord, woman, I can see your va-jay-jay from here, and I’m 36 years away! Put some trousers on, girl! Oh, but don’t shake forget to “shake my martini” first, there’s a good lass. I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you with our typing pool manager.
