I'm interested in arranging an India adventure holiday... and nothing else!

..and???

REDFEATHERS said:

so.. you won't offer me a BJ??

Perhaps you'd better cut down a little then.

subhuman09 said:

I'm sorry?

MrSmoketoomuch said:

"Smoke too much, so you'd better cut down a little then"-you must get it all the time?

subhuman09 said:

No, actually, it never struck me before...

Smoke-too-much...

MrSmoketoomuch said:

Anyway you're interested in one of our adventure holidays?

subhuman09 said:

Yes, that's right. I saw the advert in the The Times Blassified Ads.

MrSmoketoomuch said:

The what?

subhuman09 said:

The Times Blassified Ads.

MrSmoketoomuch said:

The Times Classified Ads?

subhuman09 said:

Yes, that's right. I'm afraid I have a speech impediment. I can't pronounce the letter B.

MrSmoketoomuch said:

C?

subhuman09 said:

Yes, that's right, B. It's all due to a trauma I suffered when I was a schoolboy. I was attacked by a Siamese bat.

MrSmoketoomuch said:

Cat?

subhuman09 said:

No, a Siamese bat. They're more dangerous.

MrSmoketoomuch said:

Can you say the letter 'K'?

subhuman09 said:

Oh, yes. Khaki, kettle, Kipling, Khomeini, Kellog's Born Flakes.

MrSmoketoomuch said:

Well then why don't you say the letter 'K' instead of the letter 'C'?

subhuman09 said:

Well, you mean, pronounce "blassified" with a K?


"Klassified!"






Oh, that's very good! I never thought of that before. What a silly bunt!

MrSmoketoomuch said:

Anyway about the holiday...

subhuman09 said:

Yes, well, I've been unpackaged store many times before, so your advert really bought my eye. Why-why, what's the point of going abroad, if your just going to be treated like a sheep? Cartered around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oaves from Vetchy and Boventry. They've blothed backs and their bardigans and their chances to radios, complaining about the tea or they don't make it properly, do they? And stopping at endless Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Rodney's Red Barrel and calamares and toothache. And sitting in their cotton sunfrost, squirting Timothy White Suncream all over their puffy, raw, swollen, parollen flesh, 'cos they overdid it on the first day. Being herded into countless Hotel Miramars and Bellevues, Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes...

...and swimming pools full of draft Red Barrel and fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and... ...barging into the cues. And if you're not at your table... ...spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream and Mushroom Soup, the first item in the menu of International Cuisine. Every Thursday night there's a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny ---- dego with nine-inch hips and some fat bloated tart with her hair really creamed down and big arse presenting her to foreigners... from Birmingham with bloody right... ...legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy, bandy legs ,whop degos called Manuel.


And once a week there's an excursion to local Roman remains, where you can buy Cherry Aid and melted ice cream... and bleedin' Rodney's Red Barrel. And one night they take you to a typical restaurant with local... atmosphere and color and you sit next to a... party from Relu who keep singing "I love the Costa Brava!"

"I love the Costa Brava!" And you get cornered by some drunken green grocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and last Tuesday's daily express... and he's on and on and on about how it is running the country and how many languages Margaret Powell can speak and she throws up all over the cuba libre. And spending four days on the tarmac at Luton Airport on a five-day package store with nothing to eat but dry sandwhiches. And you can't even get a glass of Rodney's Red Barrel because you're still in England with the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty. And the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ashtrays. They keep telling you won't be another hour, but you know damn well your plane is still in Iceland, because it had to turn back, trying to take a party of Swedes to...

to take a party of Swedes to Yugoslavia. Of course it loads you up there at 3 a.m. in the morning. And then you sit on the tarmac for four hours because of unforeseen difficulties, i.e. the permanent strike of airtraffic control over Paris. When you finally get to Malaga airport, everybody's cueing for the bloody toilet, and cueing for the bloody half-customs officers, and cueing for the bloody bus that isn't there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. When you finally get to the half-built----ruin called the Hotel Limassol, while paying half the holiday money to a license Spaniard in a taxi, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bath, there's no water in the tap, there's only a bleeding lizard in the bid‚, and half the rooms are doublebooked, and you can't sleep anyhow, 'cause the permanent are in the jungles in the hotel next door. Meanwhile, the Spanish National Tourist Board promises that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a mild outbreak of the Spanish Conleigh, while the like of the previous outbreak in 1616 even the bloody rats are dying from it! Meanwhile, the bloody guardia are arresting 16-yearolds for kissing in the streets----everybody's buying awful little horrid donkeys with their names on, I can't tell you the----and when you finally get to Manchester, there's only another bloody bus to carry you another 60 miles...

Will you be quiet please...


[Edited 11/2/04 3:00am]

come to think of it.... maybe I'll take the blowjob instead

MrSmoketoomuch said:

SHUT UP!!! WILL YOU SHUT UP!!!

thank you - you made my morning, guys!