Greetings from what I consider the best hotel on the planet
Otherwise known as Mum & Dad’s house
Where else do you get your laundry done
Your favourite food for dinner
Your favourite snacks in the fridge
And 2 of your favourite people?
Oh yeah, and one of the best views I’ve ever seen
So yes, it’s good to be here
The trip over is a blur
But if we do a recap of my tweets during the last 24 hours
It’ll fill you in
Here we go:
Everyone in this airport lounge is talking on bluetooths. It looks like a scene out of ‘1 flew over the cuckoos nest’
(it looked like a room full of people waving their arms around & talking to themselves)
Is hoping my highly toxic garlic breath keeps the seat next to me empty. H-H-H-Hellooooo
(it worked for a little while, then it didn’t, then it did)
I’ve taken off my shoes. Evacuate. EVACUATE!
I Love LA. I don’t really, but I like the song
(more specifically, LA airport)
In a public toilet, is it OK for the cleaner 2 stick their broom under the cubicle door & sweep while ur in it? Yeah, didn’t think so
(like, close enough to touch my feet with the broom. Hello – I’m trying to piss in private here lady, hence the fucking DOOR!)
I have just seen 5, yes FIVE men, with their right arms in a cast. Must have been the west coast wanking championships here 2day.
(how else would you explain it?)
The lady working at the airline desk was lovely. If you like ur women covered in melanomas & full of cunty-ness
(I know, I know, I don’t normally use the “C” word, but dude, this lady was evil)
And the supa-dupa gay flight attendant saves the day. He’s my new favourite x
(awesome, AWESOME dude. We swapped makeup tips)
Until a man the size of 10 buffalos just sat next to me. I-can’t-breathe-for-fuck’s-sake!!
(And I’m not even exaggerating. His gut touched the seat in front when he squeezed into his seat. But then Mr Awesomely AWESOME flight attendant suggested he might be more comfortable in a different seat & MOVED him – leaving me with 3 seats to MYSELF! I tell ya, if that big spunk wasn’t gay, I woulda totally….)
It’s like my thumbs know I won’t be able to tweet for the next 14 hrs and they’re twit-twit-twitching…
(I tweeted more in 1 hour than I do in a week)
OK, so buffalo man next 2 me just took a handful of pills. He better keep breathing, I refuse to give the fat fuck CPR
(won’t.Can’t make me. Will NEVER happen)
And he just pulled 2 Big Macs out of his bag. The last supper?
( He INHAAAALED those mother fuckers! Before he got moved)
Bus driver 2 domestic terminal is grumpy. A big ol’ Singalong of ‘Wheels on the Bus’ should cheer him up!
(Grumpy git. Smooth legs though)
OMG!! Buffalo man is on THIS flight too! And this time he has 2 Subways!!!
(this time he’s behind me & it’s MY seat he’s touching with his gut and probably his dick too)
Dropped dad a the pub & now I’ve got his car. This thing goes like shit off a shovel…. weeeeeeee!!
(so I obviously made it)
Dad picked me up at the airport
And I was all, wow Dad, I was expecting Mum
Very nice of you to come and get me Daddio
And he says, yeah, yeah, good to see you – can you drop me at the pub?
Which meant I had his car for the afternoon
I don’t know much about cars
But I do know that Dad’s is blue and faaaaaaaast!
And they drive on the other side of the road here
I totally almost forgot
It’s good to be in my other home