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11. Posted by Cupcake (Travel Guru 8468 posts) 10y

17 hours on flights squished between 2 lap top toting
marketing execs I was glad to finally get my bags and leave the airport. I grabbed a local cab and headed to Drink, arse, Feck, Nickers, big womens knickers.
We all ran down the street starkets apart from the green and orange tophats .......
Suddenly, a police officer grabs my tophat and my arm. He started yelling something about... the fact that green and orange top hats were offensive and demanded we change them to cloth caps and wear denim bib and braces.
We felt so daggy, and the hessian lining was horribly itchy. Just as we decided to disrobe again, someone handed me a phone, saying the call was for me. It was the airline l had been on apparently there was a mix up with.......
. . . my bags. It seems I had mistakenly lifted a businessman's briefcase instead of my pink fluffy holdall. You can imagine my surprise when the person with my pink fluffy holdall found the message from MI5...
He was shocked whilst reading the note scribbled onto the cover of a packet of Marlboro lights, "Don't forget the Rabit called Harvey".
What the hell did that mean? The policeman then handcuffed us to the railings on the back of a No.159 Bus heading for Streatham Hill.

...THANK GOD! I had brought my 'MacGyver Kit'!! I quickly dug out the paperclip and bubble gum...and made a....

12. Posted by Purdy (Travel Guru 3546 posts) 10y

17 hours on flights squished between 2 lap top toting
marketing execs I was glad to finally get my bags and leave the airport. I grabbed a local cab and headed to Drink, arse, Feck, Nickers, big womens knickers.
We all ran down the street starkets apart from the green and orange tophats .......
Suddenly, a police officer grabs my tophat and my arm. He started yelling something about... the fact that green and orange top hats were offensive and demanded we change them to cloth caps and wear denim bib and braces.
We felt so daggy, and the hessian lining was horribly itchy. Just as we decided to disrobe again, someone handed me a phone, saying the call was for me. It was the airline l had been on apparently there was a mix up with.......
. . . my bags. It seems I had mistakenly lifted a businessman's briefcase instead of my pink fluffy holdall. You can imagine my surprise when the person with my pink fluffy holdall found the message from MI5...
He was shocked whilst reading the note scribbled onto the cover of a packet of Marlboro lights, "Don't forget the Rabit called Harvey".
What the hell did that mean? The policeman then handcuffed us to the railings on the back of a No.159 Bus heading for Streatham Hill.

...THANK GOD! I had brought my 'MacGyver Kit'!! I quickly dug out the paperclip and bubble gum...and made a chain cutter to get out of the hand cuffs. Once free and the police guard disarmed we hailed a cab and headed for the one place we knew.....

13. Posted by Odysseas (Full Member 1359 posts) 10y

17 hours on flights squished between 2 lap top toting
marketing execs I was glad to finally get my bags and leave the airport. I grabbed a local cab and headed to Drink, arse, Feck, Nickers, big womens knickers.
We all ran down the street starkets apart from the green and orange tophats .......
Suddenly, a police officer grabs my tophat and my arm. He started yelling something about... the fact that green and orange top hats were offensive and demanded we change them to cloth caps and wear denim bib and braces.
We felt so daggy, and the hessian lining was horribly itchy. Just as we decided to disrobe again, someone handed me a phone, saying the call was for me. It was the airline l had been on apparently there was a mix up with.......
. . . my bags. It seems I had mistakenly lifted a businessman's briefcase instead of my pink fluffy holdall. You can imagine my surprise when the person with my pink fluffy holdall found the message from MI5...
He was shocked whilst reading the note scribbled onto the cover of a packet of Marlboro lights, "Don't forget the Rabit called Harvey".
What the hell did that mean? The policeman then handcuffed us to the railings on the back of a No.159 Bus heading for Streatham Hill.

...THANK GOD! I had brought my 'MacGyver Kit'!! I quickly dug out the paperclip and bubble gum...and made a chain cutter to get out of the hand cuffs. Once free and the police guard disarmed we hailed a cab and headed for the one place we knew..... Went down the highway, broke the limit, we hit the town. Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun. We met some girls,some dancers who gave a good time.Broke all the rules, played all the fools,they blew our minds! And I was shaking at the knees:

14. Posted by wotthefiqh (Inactive 1447 posts) 10y

17 hours on flights squished between 2 lap top toting
marketing execs I was glad to finally get my bags and leave the airport. I grabbed a local cab and headed to Drink, arse, Feck, Nickers, big womens knickers.
We all ran down the street starkets apart from the green and orange tophats .......
Suddenly, a police officer grabs my tophat and my arm. He started yelling something about... the fact that green and orange top hats were offensive and demanded we change them to cloth caps and wear denim bib and braces.
We felt so daggy, and the hessian lining was horribly itchy. Just as we decided to disrobe again, someone handed me a phone, saying the call was for me. It was the airline l had been on apparently there was a mix up with.......
. . . my bags. It seems I had mistakenly lifted a businessman's briefcase instead of my pink fluffy holdall. You can imagine my surprise when the person with my pink fluffy holdall found the message from MI5...
He was shocked whilst reading the note scribbled onto the cover of a packet of Marlboro lights, "Don't forget the Rabit called Harvey".
What the hell did that mean? The policeman then handcuffed us to the railings on the back of a No.159 Bus heading for Streatham Hill.

...THANK GOD! I had brought my 'MacGyver Kit'!! I quickly dug out the paperclip and bubble gum...and made a chain cutter to get out of the hand cuffs. Once free and the police guard disarmed we hailed a cab and headed for the one place we knew..... Went down the highway, broke the limit, we hit the town. Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun. We met some girls,some dancers who gave a good time.Broke all the rules, played all the fools,they blew our minds!
And I was shaking at the knees because when we woke up disorientated and hungover the next morning, we could hear the distorted sound of a chainsaw and taste the faintly metallic sensation of fresh blood in the back of our throats. We ran from the house onto Highway Hell and flagged down the local sheriff's cruiser which came along almost immediately. So glad to see him and ..........

15. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 10y

17 hours on flights squished between 2 lap top toting
marketing execs I was glad to finally get my bags and leave the airport. I grabbed a local cab and headed to Drink, arse, Feck, Nickers, big womens knickers.
We all ran down the street starkets apart from the green and orange tophats .......
Suddenly, a police officer grabs my tophat and my arm. He started yelling something about... the fact that green and orange top hats were offensive and demanded we change them to cloth caps and wear denim bib and braces.
We felt so daggy, and the hessian lining was horribly itchy. Just as we decided to disrobe again, someone handed me a phone, saying the call was for me. It was the airline l had been on apparently there was a mix up with.......
. . . my bags. It seems I had mistakenly lifted a businessman's briefcase instead of my pink fluffy holdall. You can imagine my surprise when the person with my pink fluffy holdall found the message from MI5...
He was shocked whilst reading the note scribbled onto the cover of a packet of Marlboro lights, "Don't forget the Rabit called Harvey".
What the hell did that mean? The policeman then handcuffed us to the railings on the back of a No.159 Bus heading for Streatham Hill.
...THANK GOD! I had brought my 'MacGyver Kit'!! I quickly dug out the paperclip and bubble gum...and made a chain cutter to get out of the hand cuffs. Once free and the police guard disarmed we hailed a cab and headed for the one place we knew..... Went down the highway, broke the limit, we hit the town. Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun. We met some girls,some dancers who gave a good time.Broke all the rules, played all the fools,they blew our minds!
And I was shaking at the knees because when we woke up disorientated and hungover the next morning, we could hear the distorted sound of a chainsaw and taste the faintly metallic sensation of fresh blood in the back of our throats. We ran from the house onto Highway Hell and flagged down the local sheriff's cruiser which came along almost immediately. So glad to see him and he offered to give us a ride to the local Greyhound Bus station...

At this point in our story, a drastic change of events occurs... We boarded the outbound bus for Tallahassee, Florida, in hopes of finding refuge with the locals. Visions of single-wide trailers danced in our heads. But, as we crossed the border from Texas into Louisiana...

16. Posted by Jase007 (Travel Guru 8870 posts) 10y

17 hours on flights squished between 2 lap top toting
marketing execs I was glad to finally get my bags and leave the airport. I grabbed a local cab and headed to Drink, arse, Feck, Nickers, big womens knickers.
We all ran down the street starkets apart from the green and orange tophats .......
Suddenly, a police officer grabs my tophat and my arm. He started yelling something about... the fact that green and orange top hats were offensive and demanded we change them to cloth caps and wear denim bib and braces.
We felt so daggy, and the hessian lining was horribly itchy. Just as we decided to disrobe again, someone handed me a phone, saying the call was for me. It was the airline l had been on apparently there was a mix up with.......
. . . my bags. It seems I had mistakenly lifted a businessman's briefcase instead of my pink fluffy holdall. You can imagine my surprise when the person with my pink fluffy holdall found the message from MI5...
He was shocked whilst reading the note scribbled onto the cover of a packet of Marlboro lights, "Don't forget the Rabit called Harvey".
What the hell did that mean? The policeman then handcuffed us to the railings on the back of a No.159 Bus heading for Streatham Hill.
...THANK GOD! I had brought my 'MacGyver Kit'!! I quickly dug out the paperclip and bubble gum...and made a chain cutter to get out of the hand cuffs. Once free and the police guard disarmed we hailed a cab and headed for the one place we knew..... Went down the highway, broke the limit, we hit the town. Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun. We met some girls,some dancers who gave a good time.Broke all the rules, played all the fools,they blew our minds!
And I was shaking at the knees because when we woke up disorientated and hungover the next morning, we could hear the distorted sound of a chainsaw and taste the faintly metallic sensation of fresh blood in the back of our throats. We ran from the house onto Highway Hell and flagged down the local sheriff's cruiser which came along almost immediately. So glad to see him and he offered to give us a ride to the local Greyhound Bus station...

At this point in our story, a drastic change of events occurs... We boarded the outbound bus for Tallahassee, Florida, in hopes of finding refuge with the locals. Visions of single-wide trailers danced in our heads. But, as we crossed the border from Texas into Louisiana we noticed all the single traier homes with the big dishes outside. They weren't sattelite dishes, they were food dishes !! Just makes you wonder why the yanks have a reputation for being fat bastards.
We continued on our bus trip accross the state line to Florida where it was Daytona Beach Bike week..

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