On Friday night I went out for a very tasty Thai meal, which was most enjoyable until we were joined by three american lads at the next table, who were so damn loud, that we actually couldn't hear each other any more. Had we not been nearly finished our meal, I think we'd have joined the other hoards of restaurant-goers (including a not so loud american couple) who asked to be re-seated elsewhere. Seriously. It was only us and the loud ones left in our section of the restaurant.
After having listened to them discuss for five minutes how the restaurant was a Thai "fusion" restaurant (it wasn't) and moaning about how the pad Thai wasn't cooked right (it was) and that it was drier than it should be (a dead giveaway that the restaurant was authentically Thai and not "fusion" - or more specifically Thai/American fusion), I can also now tell you what each of the three lads wants to do when they leave "school", which girls they're fu**ing (their choice of words), what type of girl at least two of them go for and how rich each of their parents are (very).
What's all that yellingness about?
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