Ooh I would love to be a fly on the wall when Monty goes on his "free" holiday
- From the moment the salty bitch at the budget airline desk tells him the flights aren't paid for
- to the moment he finds himself cheek by jowel with the kind of disgusting scumbags he loathes and despises, but cannot call cancer deserving ****s because he isn't hiding behind a keyboard
- to the moment they arrive at the hotel to discover it isn't even half built
- to the moment at the poolside when the hairy arsed plumber from Croydon suggests his wife should "get her tits ahhht"
- to the moment his wife expects him to restore her honour but realises he's cowering in the latrines pretending to need a ****
- to the moment she petulantly blames the whole disaster on his jewishness and announces her intention to divorce him.
You will share every excruciating detail with us won't you M?
