Oops sorry, it was me. I farted and it sent me blasting into space. Dont worry, around 12 o'clock Am last night, I came streaking back to earth. Luckily I cuaght the Fin of a passing Delta, that was heading to NYC. I spent the rest of the night, eating a lot of beans. I asked a flight attendant at the airport on her break in I could borrow a ramp in which they launch Large Airliners and Cargo Planes off of to give it some extra velocity. I eventually felt a fart build up, and the Control tower grounded every airplace for the next 10 minutes while I prepared for luanch. It took me about an hour, and eventaully landed. I got the calculations a bit wrong, I landed in San Francsisco Bay, instead of Los Angelas. I hitched a ride with a trucker, and he drove me to LA. I told my parents what happend, and here I am. Nothin' to worry about, but I do think that the wind blew the gas I blasted out of my ass toward the great lakes, so they may hafta put that area under quarantine for a coupla days.
