12th June - EasyJet chicks want me!

I missed a day! Wasn't because I was high etc. Busy business trips made me far too important for this blog.....
Actually all the boobies made me forget about it! Never mind! Back home, now and ready to go.

A brief summary on the Dam. I had the best steak ever last night in the centre of town. Afterwards, the company I was with shuffled around thinking of what to do. After a drink we all jumped in cabs and headed back to our hotel. The next morning at breakfast, one of our number mentioned that it was a shame that we didn't go to the red light district for a wander. It turned out that we all wanted to go but we were all embarrased to suggest it! I kept telling them that I suggested it before we even landed in the country but it was too late. A fight broke out and we got hotel breakfast everywhere. I may have upset an influential customer with a well aimed stomach punch. Sini went over the top and murdered some people.

Whilst queing for our easyjet flight home, I told Sini that I was going to chat up the check in attendent. She ended up telling me how her boyfriend is called "Sandro" and that all the Italian girls fancy him for it. She said I should call myself that too. I told her to ditch her square boyfriend and go out with me. She visibly blushed! Sini saw it! That never happens. Women never fall for my charm. Koulla doesn't count. That needed charm, Rohypnol, bubble wrap AND a small hammer to work that time! Anyway, Leaving the attendent, I felt good that I had pulled. No sooner had we got through security, a big Dutch cunt of a man gave me the full cavity search. He told me that I had a stomach ulcer!

The flight was full of 19 year old stoners. They all look scared. I bet they all had weed stuffed in their pants. I opened the in-flight magazine and noticed that someone had written "BUNGHOLIO" in big letters on the aftershave page. I laughed so much I shat a little.