When you are P.Diddy, flying and personal and jet, get along really well. Not until high prices of oil come about. That's when you know someone just fucked you in the ass. He says:
"Eh yo what’s up ya’ll, this is your boy, um, I’m here today, this is
called Diddy blog number what, Diddy blog number 12, Diddy blog number
12, Gas prices are too motherfucking high. As you know, I do own my own
jet but I have been havin to fly back and forth to LA to pursue my
acting career. Ok, now, if I’m flying back and forth, like, twice in a
month that’s like 200,000, 250,000 round trip. Fuck that. I’m back on
American Airlines right now. Ok? Check this out. Your boy Diddy right
now is on American Airlines. Look. Gas prices are too motherfuckin
high. I want to give a shout out to all my Saudi Arabian brothers and
sisters and all my brothers and sisters from all the countries that
have oil, if y’all could please send me some oil for my jet I would
truly appreciate it. But right now, I am actually, can you believe it,
I am actually flying commercial. That’s how high gas prices are ok, so
I feel you. Look, I’m at the gate right now. This is really happening.
This is proof that gas prices are too high, we need to do something
about it, so tell whoever the next president is that we need to bring
gas back down.”
Commercial flight really makes me sick too. I don't get to be in the 'cock'pit with my crew, and I have to share my personal space with strangers who actually, want to fly with other people other than me. That must suck alot.