INTERIOR, FLIGHT WW810, WOW AIRLINES, SOMEWHERE OVER THE ATLANTIC (AGAIN)
tWBS (sitting comfortably in a window seat, eating a delicious meal): Why are you so grouchy?
Balls (seriously uncomfortable in the middle seat with no food): I. DID. NOT. SLEEP. WELL. LAST. NIGHT.
tWBS: That’s a shame. I slept like a baby with four tits to choose from!
Balls: Yes, I could hear. Good God, I could hear it! I think the whole fucking hotel could hear it.
tWBS: Hee hee hee!
Balls: You know, I bet you the elves that live in the mountainside heard you give it to those two last night.
tWBS: I bet you they learned a thing or two.
Balls: Did you have to go all night, though? It would have been nice to use the bed I paid for.
tWBS: One, yes because we had to leave early in the morning to get back to the airport, remember? And two, you probably wouldn’t have wanted to sleep in your bed…
Balls: Ewww, what in God’s name did you do?
tWBS: You don’t want to know.
tWBS: Let’s just say that it’s a good thing WOW Airlines doesn’t allow carry-ons.
Balls: I don’t even know what that means.
tWBS: Your clothes would have gotten… dirty.
Balls: Huh? How?
tWBS: Well, we were building a fuck pyramid and using whatever we could find. I’m sure we would have used your luggage.
Balls: Dude! Even then, how would they have gotten (does airquotes) dirty?
tWBS: Dude, it’s not my fault Kristín’s friend is a squirter!
tWBS: Plus, it’s been a while, so I kinda went all over the place…
Balls: I think I’ve got it. You don’t need to give any more details although I’m still curious about the fuck pyramid. Are we going to get charged for extra housekeeping?
tWBS: Um, maybe?
Balls: Great. So, what happened to Kristín? I don’t see her on the flight.
tWBS: Yeah, she called out. There was… an accident.
Balls: When did this happen? What did you do?
tWBS: Dude, it’s not my fault, I swear!
Balls: It never is.
tWBS: So, I was trying out this new thing I’d learned from Veronica while performing oral and…
Balls: Is that why she was limping when they walked by me?
tWBS: I blame her friend. She lost her balance when she came and then the whole Fuck Pyramid fell apart and Kristín sprained her ankle.
Balls: Not your fault at all?
tWBS: I’m completely innocent.
Balls: Yeah Right.
tWBS: Leave him out of this. Speaking of, did you get him or Brick to keep track of Vanessa’s Russia reports on Telemundo?
Balls: Brick said he’d handle it. Apparently, he knows someone who knows someone who is part of the programming team at Telemundo and they’re giving him the inside scoop. Plus, he likes watching Mexican television anyways
INTERIOR, ARRIVALS AREA, GATWICK AIRPORT, LONDON
tWBS: Aren’t you happy we got here before Brexit?
tWBS: You would have gotten another ass cleaning, Capo!
Balls: Dude! Don’t say that shit out loud! That’s like saying the B word at the airport!
tWBS: Boobs? Butt? Bagina?
Balls: No, you dipshit! The bad one!
Balls: Forget it.
tWBS and Balls emerge out to the greeting area and scan around looking for King Hippo.
Balls: You told him to meet us here, right?
tWBS: Yeah. Gave him all the details.
Balls: Where is that bastard?
INTERIOR, THE HORSESHOE PUB, LONDON, EC1R 0AG,
King Hippo (slurring his words): And the #OddWeekJaguras betta show up here as you lot deffo don’t wanna go see Horny Fourny get an owie in the ankle spot and the whole salad goes to shite!
Patron: So I tell the swamp donkey to sock it before I give her a trunky in the tradesman’s entrance and have her lick me yarbles!
Hippo: THIS GUY KNOWS WHAT I’M TALKING BOUT! ANOTHER PINT, DEAR MADAM BARKEEP!
tWBS calls Hippo’s cell phone. There is no answer.
Balls and tWBS (in unison): MOTHERFUCKER!
Balls: So, what now?
tWBS: Seriously? I thought you were all world traveler and shit.
Balls: Shut up. Ok, Gatwick Express it is. But do we even know WHERE in Central London the Hippo is?
tWBS: I know he got us a hotel!
Balls: Great! Do you know which one?
Balls: Do you know anything about his whereabouts?
tWBS: He said something about looking for a pub that showed soccer. Fucking soccer!
Balls: Dude, you realize you’re in Europe now and EVERYONE loves soccer, right?
tWBS: Doesn’t make them right.
Balls: Nice job, Ugly American!
tWBS: For one, I’m not ugly. You can ask the Icelandic girls for their opinion. For two, let’s focus on finding Hippo, alright?
Balls: Holy shit! You’re the voice of reason now?
tWBS: I’ve always been!
tWBS: So, moving on to the pub. He said he was looking for one that showed his favourite, with a u since we’re in England, team’s games on the TV.
Balls: That would be Everton, last I checked. Lemme check on my phone to see if there are any Everton pubs in London…
TEN MINUTES LATER
Balls: Why the fuck can’t I get internet here?!?
tWBS: Did you pay your bill?
Balls: Shut up.
tWBS: Here… (thirty seconds pass)… Most likely he’s at the Horseshoe. That’s an Everton bar according to this website.
Balls: How the?!?
tWBS: You’re out of your element, Donnie!
Balls: Oh, fuck me!
tWBS: Hey! I just figured out how to stop the Fuck Pyramid from collapsing!
To Be Continued…
Latest posts by ballsofsteelandfury (see all)
- AFL Beat 2019 Finals Week Two – September 16, 2019
- Balls on ASSignment: Thursday Night Football Review Week Two – September 13, 2019
- Thirsty Thursday Weekend Fútbol Preview and EPL Pool Update – EPL Round 5 – September 12, 2019