
Film director and well-known tubby f*ck Kevin Smith was recently kicked off a Southwest flight for being too fat. Smith claimed he was able to lower his armrests without issue and buckle his seatbelt without an extender, and has since dedicated no less than 98 Tweets to whining about the matter [UPDATE: Since first count, he's dedicated countless more]. In fairness to Smith, I’ve sat between guys way fatter than him on flights before. In fairness to Southwest, it was really uncomfortable. Said Southwest:
Mr. Smith originally purchased two Southwest seats on a flight from Oakland to Burbank – as he’s been known to do when traveling on Southwest. He decided to change his plans and board an earlier flight to Burbank, which technically means flying standby. As you may know, airlines are not able to clear standby passengers until all Customers are boarded [hence why they kicked him off after he'd already been seated on the plane]. When the time came to board Mr. Smith, we had only a single seat available for him to occupy. Our pilots are responsible for the Safety and comfort of all Customers on the aircraft and therefore, made the determination that Mr. Smith needed more than one seat to complete his flight. Our Employees explained why the decision was made, accommodated Mr. Smith on a later flight, and issued him a $100 Southwest travel voucher for his inconvenience.
The statement appeared on the travel blog Gadling, who themselves wrote:
Oh Southwest Airlines… You make yourself look good by staying away from those pesky baggage charges, then you go and make yourself look ridiculous by kicking a famous actor off your plane because the captain decided he was “a safety risk” for being too fat to fly. Bad, bad move. Seriously, I can’t wait for the PR spin on this one.
This shouldn’t be too hard to spin into a positive. Hell, I’d pay extra to fly on No Fat Chicks airlines, just to see all the fatties cry their hollandaise tears when they get to the gate and find out they can’t board. There’s nothing like seeing a fattie really cry, all that blubbering blubber. Anyway, I generally like Kevin Smith and I can understand why he’s pissed, but… really, dude? 98 Tweets? If you’d put this kind of energy towards, say, pull ups, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Also, what the hell are you doing flying Southwest? You can’t buy a Southwest ticket and then complain of a bad experience. That’s like eating at Taco Bell and acting surprised about the diarrhea. An experience I’m sure you know all too well.




That shop job will no doubt haunt my dreams.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we can only give two seats to people who weren’t involved with Jersey Girl.”
What’s a Tweet?
If you took the mental energy taken up in tweeting 98 times, you wouldn’t have enough to make a blink.
/klingon off
OK, on the real, I tip the scales (yes scales, it takes more than one) at 375 lbs. I have never bought more than one seat for myself ever and I have never been kicked off a flight. And, yes, I am one of those annoying fat guys that needs a seat belt extension and will put an arm up on the chair to let the blubber flow! FUCK YOU!
Anyway, I am calling shenanigans here. I am one of the fattest fucks that gets on a plane and nothing like this has ever happened to me ever. (Then again, I usually fly Northwest or United.) In fact, the worst thing that ever happened to me on a plane was getting upgraded to first class. Why, you ask? Because, being an alcoholic, I cannot refuse free booze when it is offered and the rental car parking ramp in Dallas was REALLY twisty.
/resume Klingon
HA HA! Kevin Smith is a fat Romulan! BONG!!!!!!!!!! ALL ABOARD THE YINTAGH FAILPLANE!
I got kicked off a South West flight once. Apparently I stopped reading before the part about “INCASE OF EMERGENCY” on the exit door instructions.
When offered the $100 voucher, Smith’s first question was “how many bags of honey-roasted peanuts can I get for that?”
Tweeting? If he really wanted to ruin that pilot’s career he would cast him in his next film.
Everyone likes to rip on Kevin Smith but I’d give up my seat and fly in the overhead storage bin if it meant I could hang out with him for a few hours.
TSA screens him with a rag on a stick.
So the guy with a beard and trench coat got kicked off a flight. For shame, Southwest.
In case of a water landing, Japanese fishermen might shoot harpoons at the passenger sitting in 27B and 27C.
Time to remain silent Bob.
Kevin Smith was going to take a zeppelin instead but he didn’t want to invite the comparison.
To his career going down in flames, I mean.
I really like Gadfly referring to him as a “famous actor.” They don’t even want to admit to his writing anymore.
Get off the plane Lunchbox.
I like Southwest’s style. We’re now one step closer to a world where fat people can only go from point A to B by means of forklift or tiny motorcycle.
Kevin, dude, cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it.
Granted, it’d have to be a strong bridge, but you get my point.
And I once spent an 8-hour flight to Germany sitting next to someone so big that they took up at least a quarter of my seat. Where was this pilot then, huh!?
Probably hammered.
The picture on the bottom left explains it all. He’s actually a puffer fish. That is all.
And I once spent an 8-hour flight to Germany sitting next to someone so big that they took up at least a quarter of my seat. Where was this pilot then, huh!?
WHA HA HA! FEEL THE PAIN, BEANPOLE!
I’M TALL. I NEED SPACE.
*waves fist*
6’0″ here, whatcha got, Olive Oyl?
BAM! TALL AND FAT! I AM LIKE THE
Kevin SmithTONY SIRAGUSA OF PLANE PASSENGERS…BUT LESS MOUTHY!I don’t know, he sounds like a floater if there was a water landing.
I sat in the window seat next to a fat couple once, but luckily when I fly I pass right out. I woke up before landing to find I was being used as a pillow by the wife. She woke up and looked at me like I’d given her the kosher meal.
Uk uk ukukuk, I’m Kevin The Fat, Gay Man!
SHE WAS HUMPING YOU?!?
5’8″. Which I realize isn’t that tall, but goddammit, I’m an American and I love to complain.
errr, I mean asleep on you? ewww gross.
6’4″ 210. Yeah, I’m the guy that always gets sat next to an emergency exit in order to “aid other passengers” if need be.
Makes sense though. I’ll be tall enough for people to see me running away from the burning plane for a good 200 yards or so.
Holy JHC, I’m 6’4″ and 210! What are the odds?
I bet when he got off the plane that asshole with the saran wrap machine pressured him into a full body wrap. God I hate that guy.
I’m 6’0″ 180, but really I’m two midgets on top of each other in a trenchcoat.
In his defense, it’s always hard to fly after the Souper Bowl
No you’re not, elle0. I’ve seen you on television. The camera only adds 10 pounds.
If seeing something on television adds length though, I’ve got to convince the Mrs. to let me make a sex tape. My self-confidence is shit right now.
Whoa, is J really Peyton Manning? Do those harelip jokes hurt your fweelings?
Yesh. :-(
I just made a sexy tape
*spilled glitter on old Prince tape*
I’m three apples high and thick as a beer can. Wait, this isn’t Durden.
6’6″ 220. Eat it. *hits head on cabinet, cries*
Patty, He must apologize, He lied…He is actually only 5’11 3/4″…*sniffle*…*puts on Timberlands*
Wow, we are full blown Filmdrunk Retarded Monday! QAPLAH!
Right now Kevin Smith is tweeting strongly worded missives to #diabetes
He may be 6’4″, 210 but does he have a “laser-rocket arm, if you’re into that sort of thing”?
Whatever, Ers, Brees wheres lifts and has a Tribble on his face. Manning is just a redneck with a harelip.
Looks to me like he usually takes the Gravy Train
*wears
That gravy train derailed sometime after Chasing Amy.
Brees also wears (or will wear) an NFL Championship ring.
So does Manning, but now thanks to Tracy Porter he does not wear two of em!
You might think you have exclusive rights to Brees on this forum, but homey was a Big Ten kid (Purdue) long before he became a crawdad chewing motherfucker. Yes, The Mighty One has endless memories of Brees swamped under a pile of Iowa linemen.
In the shower.
Fek, shoes count.
And I’m far from a beanpole. I have what Facebook calls child-bearing hips.
I’m still pissed at the Chargers for getting rid of Brees in favor of the excited southerner.
It’s not as weird as when I hear that comment in the locker room Patty :(.
*points to dick*
All of you can suck this Dolphins fan off while he wears his Culpepper jersey.
Fellow Hawk alum here, Fek.
You should see the problems he faces when he lets the studio buy his plane tickets for him. They want him flying, but they don’t want to put his name on the ticket.
But Vince have you seen Rivers as a Na’Vi? It’s amazing.
In the time it took him to tweet about this, he could have just parasailed there with his jean shorts.
But we can at least all agree that Brett Favre is too fucking old! Right?
michaelceraplainandtall, even if you are a Hawkeye, your name still looks like it says “Sara Palin” when He sees it out of the corner of His eye.
Michaelceraplainandtall is, in my op, the best new username since John Wayne in a Devo Hat.
I guess it’s good and all, but it’s not like he added -y to his last name.
Brett Favre tried to throw a person off a plane once but the stewardess picked him off.
Brett Favre? But He would rather mock a qb someone here actually likes.
Are those even shorts anymore? It’s like a denim mumu.
Erswi, after seeing grandpa Couture choke someone out at 46 after repeatedly punching him in the face, I don’t really buy the “too old” theories haha.
Denim Mumu is my new favorite band. You’ve probably never heard of them.
*scoffs, adjusts scarf*
Kevin Smith flies Southwest because he thinks he can get a sonoran hot dog on board.
My real name is SpeckleMonsterDingDong, I just use Michelle07 to fit in.
I have what Facebook calls child-bearing hips.
…
I am pushing 400. Val Kilmer looks like Pee Wee Herman to me. (But Kevin Smith still looks like Val Kilmer.)
michaelceraplainandtall is a great user name. Whatever happened to JWIADH? I miss his fresh face and keen dance moves.
JWIADH plucked his eyebrows on the way, shaved his legs then he was a she.
Yeah? Well George Blanda scored EVERY SINGLE FOCKIN’ POINT for the Oakland Raiders in the ’70 AFC Championship game and he was 143 at the time . . .
Seriously though, that would’a been hella funny if each and every one of you had known my father-in-law.
The Duke drops by from time to time when he’s not fluffing for the newest Nic Cage movie production.*
*sheer speculation on my part
I think I’ll use my laugh-of-fake-understanding that I have perfected by reading xkcd strips about math.
6’5 225 here. Yeah, I could totally kick my avatar’s ass. Anyone here able to beat that without standing on their tippy toes?
Already did! Though I usually claim 6’5″. People can accept 6’5″ but if I say 6’6″ they call bullshit until we measure.
Buzzsaw, you bastard, at 6’5″ 185 lbs, I usually get mistaken for a coat-rack and couldn’t kick a toddler’s ass.
Rock Strongo, you bastard, at 5’9″ 155 lbs., I usually get mistaken for a toddler’s coat-rack.
(display nick changed in hopes to mollify the Mighty Fek…well damnit, I guess that hope-y change-y thing actually worked out for me)
So you look like a Catholic priest michael?
Sorry, bad joke.
Can Kevin Smith even be considered important? The captain made the right decision in determining him to be just another fat guy.
Speaking of Mumu’s, was anyone reminded of the “King-Size Homer” episode of Simpsons after reading this article?