Fuckin hellfire

We got on the plane and barely shared a word. The 28 days of traveling, drinking, chain smoking, and getting stoned had taken its toll. The end of the trip was rather anticlimactic, but we weren't complaining. It was just as we expected, but I know we both could have used something to lift our spirits. Something needed to remind us of the fun that we had, and distract us from the peak of our vacationing hangover. Our bags were neatly stowed away in our overhead compartments, and almost everyone seemed to be on the plane. Bellowing, Irish voices boomed down the ramp and into the hull of the plane. Pretty soon, everyone's eyes were focused towards the front ready to be entertained by whatever cartoonish blokes would eventually stumble down the aisle and into their seats.