Just the other day, on 6/12/04 I just happened to be flying my jet, and guess who pops on, Courtney Love, so I had a few words with her, and this is how it went.Hello Ms. Love What am I doing here? Uhh, possibly flying to Texas, that's what this flight is all about. Texas? Where is that. Right under Oklahoma and above Mexico. *laughs* Mexico, isn't that where Mexicans live. Yeah, I suppose so. ** Five minutes later ** What, What the hell is that smell? Courtney, you burning something illegal on my jet? hehehehehe nooooooooooooo! Yeah you are, you're burning Crystal Meth on my jet, get the fuck off right now bitch. Dude, we're like up in the air and stuff I cant fly right now. Then stop burning that shit, I feel a little woozy Mellow out man, don't make me kill everyone here. Kill? Ha, did you kill Kurt Cobain? I don't remember it's been like 10 years. Smoked yourself stupid eh? I ain't stupid man, your the stupid one, you fucking shit head. Right, Right, I am the stupid one, sorry I said that **sarcastically** That's right bow down you mother fucking peasant ** 15 minutes later ** Courtney? We're here. Courtney? Oh shit, she has no pulse. Oh well. ** I got off the plane, and left here there, but I hear she's in jail now, so I guess she faked her death at the time or something. **