We used to have to lick taxiway clean wit' tongue.
Runway? LUXURY. Grass. Ya wouldn't want to be licking that! Hey Sid, winds from up north; shift them cows to the east a bit and let's get going. While yer at it, the sheep to the west. I'll gi ya a low pass on th' eturn so as ya can light the fire drums. In ta wind this time ya sorry excuse for a .............