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Oh, FFS, Sausage, please don't try to bother demonstrating your inability to grasp the law. We know it anyway.
Mmm. Is that all? Been there, done that, got more T shirts than you. So. You're the only one who has travelled then, eh? What makes you think I did not do what you've done, but years ago? You forget, I'm a lot older and most certainly wiser, than you, kidda.
arriving....
reasonably
Translation of Sausage-speak -
'I got back from my first ever proper holiday knackered like the others, but they were so pissed off with me after 16 days of my company that they all used the excuse of jet-lag and got off to bed sharpish. However, I was so full of my boastful and belligerent self that I decided to inflict myself on any other who could not easily avoid me, as I had worn out my welcome with my so-called nearest and dearest.
Despite being knackered from only my second ever trip on an real aeroplane (Oooh, the trip out there was a big adventure, so I must be a big boy now) I went to the local, bored the pants of the long-suffering regulars who smirked at me behind my back, and as I was utterly incapable of understanding my effect on them, I went home to connect to the net and boast to the rest of the world who won't argue back and also harass Stan as soon as I was able to.
As to 'the lads', well, the lousy sods kept laughing at something or other, but I don't understand just what they were getting at, the bastards. They always seem to do this when I arrive, but they never seem to explain the joke to me.
Never mind, I'll get them back one day.