Happy 100th post!

Wow, I never thought I'd manage to keep going long enough to make 100 posts. It's all the great friends and readers I have who keep me going. We're all in this together!

In order to keep it celebratory, here's a little something I found on another site (original thread here).

I Wanna Be a RJ Driver
**To the tune of Rockstar by Nickelback**

I'm through with waiting in line to take off runway ten
Sitting next to a student that stinks like gin
This job hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be

I want a brand new jet that I can learn in the sim
And a crashpad I can play Tetris in
And a king size case that'll carry all my charts for me

I'll need a Sallie Mae loan that's got no limit
And a nine leg day with no lunch break in it
Gonna raid the galley cart so I can just get some food in me

I want a dark crew bus with no suspension
Ride with a dozen other pilots who don't have pensions
To some cheap hotel where the mattress smells like pee

I'm gonna trade this life for flying a plane
Might even wear sunglasses and frost my mane

Cuz we all just wanna be airline stars
Live in slum flop houses driving old junk cars
The girls run screaming but my callsign's sweet
We'll all stay skinny cuz we just can't eat

And we'll get kicked out of the hotel bar
Eating ramen bricks and a candy bar
Every flight attendant's gonna think I'm square
Every Ipod wearer with the frost-tipped hair

Hey hey I wanna fly an RJ
Hey hey I wanna fly an RJ

I wanna bid each month and try to hold a line
Get stuck on reserve every single time
Commute 19 hours so I can live with my parents for free

I'm gonna dress up in the latest Sporty's fashion
I'm running low on socks so I'd better ration
Gonna work on holidays and never have a weekend free

I'm gonna trade this life for flying a plane
Might even wear sunglasses and frost my mane

Cuz we all just wanna be airline stars
Live in slum flop houses driving old junk cars
The girls run screaming but my callsign's sweet
We'll all stay skinny cuz we just can't eat

And we'll get kicked out of the hotel bar
Eating ramen bricks and a candy bar
Every flight attendant's gonna think I'm square
Every Ipod wearer with the frost-tipped hair

And we'll hide out from the FAA
With the latest regulations and a 110A
They'll take away your cert with that evil smile
Everybody's got an ALPA rep on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna fly an RJ

Gonna shoot an ILS and pray for FD capture
Gonna get bent over by some dispatcher
Get stuck in an arrival sequence 12 planes long
Let the autopilot fly so I don't get it wrong

Cuz we all just wanna be airline stars
Live in slum flop houses driving old junk cars
The girls run screaming but my callsign's sweet
We'll all stay skinny cuz we just can't eat

And we'll get kicked out of the hotel bar
Eating ramen bricks and a candy bar
Every flight attendant's gonna think I'm square
Every Ipod wearer with the frost-tipped hair

And we'll hide out from the FAA
With the latest regulations and a 110A
They'll take away your cert with that evil smile
Everybody's got an ALPA rep on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna fly an RJ
Hey hey I wanna fly an RJ
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