An influential 60's folk rock/psychedelic band with great songs like White Rabbit, D.C.B.A.-25, rejoyce, Third Week In Chelsea, Tobacco Road, and We Can Be Together.
by J.A. October 25, 2004
An individual whose facial features are abstractly reminiscent of one or several varieties of airplane. Rather than literally reminiscent of an airplane, certain qualities such as eye colour, smile, and shape of nose will qualify an individual, though it has become more commonly thought of as being appealing to nerd-culture.
Guy #1: Dude, did you see that fuckin' harrier fly by?
Guy #2: No, man. I was too busy getting pumped lookin' at that airplane face. That girl is fiiiiiiine.
Guy #1: Word up, son!
Guy #2: No, man. I was too busy getting pumped lookin' at that airplane face. That girl is fiiiiiiine.
Guy #1: Word up, son!
by Seanmoric December 27, 2006
In a environment with a limited talent pool, the aesthetic qualities of humans heighten from their actual. This is a known fact, similar to economics supply and demand policy. When that low supply of beautiful people comes about and is coupled with a stressful situation, such as an airplane flight, the hottest of the bunch sticks out. That person becomes airplane hot. You may not give the time of day normally, but here, hell yea you would.
"As I sat down in my seat between two fat ladies on the plane, I saw her. aside from the somewhat hairy mole on her forehead, she had a rocking body. She was definitely airplane hot. Hey there she is and wow she looks bad."
"Man, this place is empty. It's like LOST in here but without the one semi-hot girl and I am watching it actually.
Woah, see that girl.
Yea, she is alright.
I would.
Alright, she is airplane hot, so sure.
Wait, a bunch of cougars showed up. That girl has just fallen down the ranks"
"Man, this place is empty. It's like LOST in here but without the one semi-hot girl and I am watching it actually.
Woah, see that girl.
Yea, she is alright.
I would.
Alright, she is airplane hot, so sure.
Wait, a bunch of cougars showed up. That girl has just fallen down the ranks"
by Michael Stover November 30, 2006
Actual conversation where I heard this from a nursing home resident:
Me: Did you have a nice bath?
Woman: Only had time for an airplane shower.
Me: What's an airplane shower.
Woman: Under the wings and in the cock pit.
Me: Did you have a nice bath?
Woman: Only had time for an airplane shower.
Me: What's an airplane shower.
Woman: Under the wings and in the cock pit.
by Catticus XIII January 19, 2014
This describes the phenomenon that people sitting in a plane will get smellier and more repulwsive than people doing a similar amount of sitting at home or at work. Regardless of how short or long your flight is, merely being seated in an airplane means your ass will stink, for several reasons.
Firstly the air pressure differential after take off means that air pockets of intestinal gas will be higher pressure and more likely to force themselves out of your chocolate barking spider.
Secondly, consider the smell of every other traveller that has sat in the same seat, warming the same cushion with the same intestinal gases and sweat, and dealing with the everpresent background noise and stress of air travel, while a crappy movie plays on a screen too small to see and which is blocked anyway by other passengers getting up, sitting down, or just hanging like douchebag fuckwits in the aisle talking to their colleagues because they think that air travel is FUN.
Meanwhile the stewardesses are busy standing in the rear gantry leaning against the snack boxes (which now cost $5 extra each just to buy) with their legs open and their panties around one ankle getting shagged from behind by the stewards, and the pilots are busy smoking weed as the airport handlers break the locks on your luggage down below to steal your souvenirs and computers, under broad security rights bestowed by the TSA federal agency while the lone fat greasy headed steward who can't get any female flight attendant to part her Pink Sea for him is taking out his frustrations by forcing people to move out of Economy-Plus seating (which costs you $75 more at the check-in counter than regular Economy for an extra 5 cm. of legroom) regardless of the fact that once the plane takes off the people will just fucking move back in because airport security can't board a moving plane, fuckwits.
This combination of low air pressure, substandard treatment, and superstandard psychological pressure results in larger than usual pockets of intestinal gas forcing themselves out of your anus and warming the fabric around your fundament.
This also means that ANY TIME A PASSENGER GETS OUT OF THEIR SEAT, their ass comes up to the same level as the seated passengers' faces. This is especially notable when the first over-caffeinated passenger jumps out of his seat at the end of a flight to grab his carry on luggage so he can be the first to wait in a completely stationary line to disembark, and you're still seated, and his ass wafts a foul stench your way that makes your eyes water.
Possibly a contributing factor to air rage.
Firstly the air pressure differential after take off means that air pockets of intestinal gas will be higher pressure and more likely to force themselves out of your chocolate barking spider.
Secondly, consider the smell of every other traveller that has sat in the same seat, warming the same cushion with the same intestinal gases and sweat, and dealing with the everpresent background noise and stress of air travel, while a crappy movie plays on a screen too small to see and which is blocked anyway by other passengers getting up, sitting down, or just hanging like douchebag fuckwits in the aisle talking to their colleagues because they think that air travel is FUN.
Meanwhile the stewardesses are busy standing in the rear gantry leaning against the snack boxes (which now cost $5 extra each just to buy) with their legs open and their panties around one ankle getting shagged from behind by the stewards, and the pilots are busy smoking weed as the airport handlers break the locks on your luggage down below to steal your souvenirs and computers, under broad security rights bestowed by the TSA federal agency while the lone fat greasy headed steward who can't get any female flight attendant to part her Pink Sea for him is taking out his frustrations by forcing people to move out of Economy-Plus seating (which costs you $75 more at the check-in counter than regular Economy for an extra 5 cm. of legroom) regardless of the fact that once the plane takes off the people will just fucking move back in because airport security can't board a moving plane, fuckwits.
This combination of low air pressure, substandard treatment, and superstandard psychological pressure results in larger than usual pockets of intestinal gas forcing themselves out of your anus and warming the fabric around your fundament.
This also means that ANY TIME A PASSENGER GETS OUT OF THEIR SEAT, their ass comes up to the same level as the seated passengers' faces. This is especially notable when the first over-caffeinated passenger jumps out of his seat at the end of a flight to grab his carry on luggage so he can be the first to wait in a completely stationary line to disembark, and you're still seated, and his ass wafts a foul stench your way that makes your eyes water.
Possibly a contributing factor to air rage.
16-B: What do you think of that chick in 14-D?
16-C: Hmm. Looks kinda tired.
16-B: She's got a sweet ass. And I think I saw her get into the toilets with a pink dildo. I think I'm gonna jerk off on her face.
16-C: Yeah, but she walked past me just now and I got a faceful of grade-A fetid rancid eyewatering airplane ass.
16-B: Eurgh. Okay. Never mind. (goes back to doing crossword puzzle)
16-C: Hmm. Looks kinda tired.
16-B: She's got a sweet ass. And I think I saw her get into the toilets with a pink dildo. I think I'm gonna jerk off on her face.
16-C: Yeah, but she walked past me just now and I got a faceful of grade-A fetid rancid eyewatering airplane ass.
16-B: Eurgh. Okay. Never mind. (goes back to doing crossword puzzle)
by HMB January 11, 2007
to initiate closer contact with an unsuspecting member of the opposite sex by offering them an airplane blanket that is far undersized for two people to fit under.
also refers to such blanket used for this purpose
also refers to such blanket used for this purpose
by Master Blanket Pilot January 28, 2009
I was a frequent flyer, so the stewardess showed me she had on an airplane skirt and then let me join the mile high club.
by Pareeha March 29, 2004