Morons of the Month - December 2016

You won't want to this holiday season after you look at these slobs right across the aisle from you.

 This is not your living room, sir.

 Nothing like spreading them at 35,000 feet.

 What's that smell?

 Pedicure please, Seat 13B.

 She refuses to miss a meal.

 Their home is probably pristine.

 Please remove your cuticle from my elbow.

 No seat belt wants to be around this.

 Love those vacant seats on the three across.

 Girl on the go.

 We had an accident.

Ah, that feels better.

Dinner last night:  Roast beef sandwich.