Laurel and Hardy wrote:
Laurel and Hardy wrote:1:35am in the back of the putrid rancid RV:
Rob: Dustin you awake?
Dustin: Yeah, what the is it now Rob?
Rob: Tomorrow can we go home?
Dustin: I suppose, why?
Rob: Cos I bloody hate America and Americans. And Dustin.
Dustin: Yeah, (sigh).
Rob: Can we forget about the English Channel Swim.
Dustin: OK, ------(pause)------for now anyway. Nighty, night.
Early morning in the back of the putrid rancid RV:
Rob: Dustin!, Dustin!!, Dustin!!! are you awake?
Dustin: I bloddy well am now, what is it?
Rob: Can we go to Macca's for breakfast?
Dustin: Dunno if we can afford it, why?
Rob: Cos I'm sick of eating sausage friggin rolls for breakfast, lunch, dinner and every snack in between. In fact I now hate sausage rolls more than I hate America and Americans.
After lunch in the back of the putrid rancid RV:
Dustin: Rob, while you were in Macca's having lunch Enrico Poitschke called.
Rob: Who?
Dustin: You know, that German bloke who looks like you and who's picture we used on Wiki about your pro cycling career with Milram.
Rob: Oh, that bloke. What did he want.
Dustin: He said he's a manger now and he's putting a team together for next years Tour de France and wants to know if you'd ride for them.
Rob: What did you tell him?
Dustin: I told him we should have the English Channel swim, Laz's various challenges and all the other incidental ultras and marathons done and dusted well in advance of the TDF, so to pencil you in as starter.
Rob: Sweet, can't wait.
------(Pauses, frowns and thinks)------
Yeah but Dustin, there's just one thing.
Dustin: What's that Rob?
Rob: This time around no sausage friggin rolls !!!!!!!!!!!!!!