Which dick monkey decided that getting the fucking megabus was even close to something that looked like a good idea, seriously?<br/>Jonesy had packed a bag, well, packed was a rather strong term for what he'd done in the three minutes Con had left for sorting shit out in his "awesomely devious plan". The backpack had a couple of pairs of jogging bottoms, a hoodie that was more dirty than clean but probably wearable, three pairs of socks, his wallet and his cuntdusters. Like knuckle dusters but with the word cunt inverted on the knuckles, they left the single most hilarious bruises in the history of comedy bruises.<br/><br/>Con had freaked and gone all baby boy fannyfag mode whilst they were taking a sweet little BMW for a drive, and well shit had happened, a 14-foot glass window, 4 tables a set of stools and a large wooden bench with a  5 litre bottle of ketchup had happened. Then there was Thomas, followed by Mister CowBag and then there had been his worship Prince Pretty boy. So yeah.... they'd got a slap on the wrists, a serious bollucking of undead proportions but that didn't matter because fannyfag mode Con was gone.... the Con who got a dressing down was the gobshite con, the one they all knew and want to slap the shit out of.<br/><br/>So it had been Jonesy's phone robbed, his bank details used and three tickets bought for Norwich on the fucking megabus. This dicktard had not thought this through, the bus was a night bus... no worries there. "Makes sense man dun it? Vamps on da bus in da night. Nobody is gunna look on da fuckin megabus man? An it gets in WELL EARLY INNIT BRUV?! Chill ya beans n shit"<br/>Jonesy's proverbial bean was anything but frosty because google was a thing and because in this little escape from LA style mad dash for the brave new inbred frontier, he'd realised that the bus got into Norwich at 8 35 am, but the sun was planning on making an appearance at around 7 20 am.