It was about 7 something in the morning and we were all staggering in the line for immigration. We were having fun, telling jokes (anyone remember what a gay cow says?), laughing, etc.... We were just trying to make the best of it. Even Frenchy. (LOL) We had a great laugh watching as some, oh we'll call em Bisco fans (LMAO), tried to cut in line. We watched as many Bisco fans (Still LMAO) cut in line and people were too tired or scared (again LMAO) to challenge them. Until schwillie-boy tried to cut in line in front of our cheerful little crowd. We got louder and louder and more vocal until Schwillie finally succumbed to our taunts and went away, yes, you guessed it, spewing copious amounts of incoherent gibberish. It came as no surprise to us or anyone else that that kid got recognized with an award. Garbaz, you were there when Schwillie tried to cut the line!
That's just one of my run-ins with schwillie. There were numerous others. I was amazed that out of 800 people on board that boat, I just kept running into this kid and he kept wanting to tell me something. At no time did I ever understand one syllable coming from his mouth. The first time I smiled and nodded politely. After that, whenever he'd approcach me I'd just look at him and laugh. He would laugh, slap me on the back, and move on to the next person.
(No Bisco fans were harmed in the writing of this email)