Slap commutes to work. Slap complements the journey with a large reefer packed with exceptionally strong marijuana.
Slap clocks in with a gullible grin. Slap adores ganja.
Slap's colleague informs him that he will presently be travelling to Thailand.
Slap doesn't understand. What the fuck do you need a tie for?
Slap is quickly educated on the notion of The World.
Slap chows down on a prawn mayonnaise butty whilst pondering such an unexpected twist.
Slap's colleague returns from said sabbatical. Slap is eager to learn of his experiences.
Slap boards a plane. And fucks off halfway around the globe.
The humidity is relentless. Slap largely detests such inhumane climate conditions.
Slap quickly locates an establishment where which to intoxicate himself with any available alcohol.
Slap is scared. Foreign. And culturally retarded.
Slap breaches bar entrance and finds himself unexpectedly engaged by a young lady who appears to be gyrating her unadorned pelvis around a stainless steel upright.
Slap involuntarily messes his underwear.
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Slap journies to the beach.
The beach is nice and sandy and warm.
Slap likes the beach.
Slap embarks on 7 years of relentless 'party-time'.
Slap wakes up one morning to find he's in possession of a Siamese wife and a posse of illegitimate back-stair sprogs.
Slap weighs such a balance in his sun-scorched hands. And reaches for a large measure of strong alcohol while he does so.
Cold, cannabis enhanced commutes no longer feature here.
So get on your bike, dear fellow. Get on your bike!
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