Case in point - two slimy dudes macking on a group of Indian girls on their way to Sandys hen do. Both groups in this situation are working my last nerve.
How do I know it is Sandy who is getting married? Well, it might be their insistence on screaming, in unison, ARE WE GETTING MARRIED ? HELL NO! IS SANDY GETTING MARRIED? HELL YEA! I didn't want to know, bitches, I didn't want to know. Also, I already knew that because of the tiny matching tank tops stretched across all your impressive racks. Damn Indian women and their enviable figures.
But their most annoying trait has got to be their insistence on blaring and singing banghra music, complete with whoops and shit.
The two men, of course are loving this display an buying them drinks (like they are going to sleep with you on the plane). Also, spending their time asking the flight attendants if the US sim cards they are selling will fit into their IPhone 5. When informed that no it won't but that they can buy a cheaper phone for $50 to use with any US mobile carrier, they douchesomely inform her that switching from an iPhone 5 to that phone is "like switching from a plane to a... horse." Ok, Douchebag McDoofus and your douchebag iPhone 5. No one is cooler than you now. Wooooo.
Argh - just over an hour to go in theist horrific flight ever.
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