Business class, FUCK YEAH!!

Well, a very difficult couple of days in Seoul. I'm really not very good at sitting there and taking one for the team when it's the team that's dishing it out. I found one good way of taking my mind of the constant fisting though; I'd just look one of the Koreans in the face and think "I'm so roan-rey" and I would smile. This of course enraged them further. Then I would imagine the Kim Jong Il glasses on them and my smile would widen and threaten to break into a laugh. At this point eyes start popping out of heads.

When I looked at the french all I saw was garlic steak tartare ... in a gutter.

And I got upgraded for the flight home so;

Lick-my-ass and suck-on-my-balls