1200 hours, 11,04,2004 zambia national airport.
"well here we are ladies and gentlemen" said joe quite analy! " attention passengers flight 205 to iceland, boarding will commence now. so get your asses into gear you morans!!" "right come on lads its everyman for himself!" shouted luke, shoving fatbob into a drinks dispencer. "yes for no man has harketh a time for such melodies against his will" said bidge. "you are full of surprises bidge, i dont no why joe thought so little of your intellect" said suz wistfully snogging simon. "errm suz" said reena looking rather worried."what reena?" asked suz totally bemused. "errr wrong simon" "oh sorry freeman!" said suz i bit embarresed!
" hey i still got it" said simon smirking and high fiving wilko. "enough of this nonsence children and on with the show, or we'll miss the plane" said joe looking worriedly at his watch. so when everyone had boarded and all wendys drugs had been confiscated,
it was time for lunch.
1800 hours, 11,04,2004 iceland national airport.
"erm wilko my friend" said neil at the porn booth. "yeeees my friend" replied wilko looking eager. "this whole thing with alion and the reading ticket, i sort of need to borrow some cash" "well you've come to the right man, how much do you require?"
"right come on lads" said suz scratching at the door, "lets get the coach, i want to go for a swim in a geiser before dinner"
"yes i quite agree said anna, hey just a minute i'm not just gonna agree, i'm going to add something aswell.
did you know that general picket lost over 6000 men in the battle of gettysburg in 1863" "yes thats great anna" said alan.
"come lets get going" said joe prefusely.
2100 hours, 11,04,2004 the quata hotel.
"well that was a lovely swim" said becca, drying herself on one of the curtains in the foyet. "becca! this is a class place" said emily, distraught. "hey becca, how bout meeting in the ditch later" said wilko winking. "ok" said becca,"i love a good ditch"
"come on tom, we'll be late for dinner" said jess calling from bedroom."yeah ok just polishing my mokisans" replied tom scrubbing hard. downstairs everyone was waiting for the main course. "that was top class nosh hey luke" said arthur, scraping the congealed bits out of his beard. "yes or as the french would say, le tope le classey nothe" answered luke proudly.
"thats not actually french luke" said alion smacking him round the head with a bread stick. "ok ok no need for violence" said luke rubbing his face. "boy you've got some good eyebrows their luke" said fatbob admiringly! "i do worry about you fatbob" said jules.
0300 hours, 12,04,2004 hotel bar.
"well that was good" said fatbob, rubbing his belly. "yes, i prefered the waitress personally, wink wink nudge nudge"
"simon!! said onion appauled. "yes i quite agree" said jess. "so robyn may i meet your eyebrows later, for some folicle loving!"
said fatbob smiling, "ok maybe, but i'll have to have a word with them. coz i might get rain in my eyes when i go for a walk later"
"hey may i join you fatbob?" asked arthur. "no!! stay away, their mine, my precious!" said fatbob his eyes alight with fire!
" come on fatbob, let it go" said joe. "another pint?"
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