Welcome back to Russia.
We’ve had a look at share houses last month,
now let’s look at airports.
As we can see,
this one is quite a hoot.
We’re not inside yet,
but we will be in a minute.
I’m gonna say the wanker in the car is stressed out.
Maybe his luggage has gone missing,
which is frustrating,
I’ve had it happen to me before.
So if that’s the case here, I can
sympathise to a degree.
He really, really, really wants his bag back
with all his shit.
He was gonna go home,
he was gonna let it go and sleep on it
and give the airline time,
but he thought “fuck it. Someone knows something.
There must be a manager that has a theory
as to how a whole bloody bag
ends up vanishing.
Tell me the theory!”
This guy in the blue suit can see the car coming.
He opens the door.
That’s nice.
He's helping out.
I’m sure the car will fit
without causing any damage.
No, he shuts the door.
He wants to stop the car.
The angry passenger screams
“you dickheads will never stop me,
not until I get my bag back
and a free upgrade to business class
on the next flight.
I’m gonna go talk to the information desk.
Honky honk, beepy beep,
get outta the way.
Oh hey can you please
look into—ah shit wrong airline.
Don’t worry. Just ignore me.
Ignore me everyone.”
He seems to be swerving more and more.
I think he’s on the phone as well.
It’s extremely dangerous being on ya phone and driving.
I dunno if I can support this fella anymore.
He’s like “yeah hi Mum,
the flight was great,
I’m just looking for my bag.
Yeah the airline lost it.
I went to the right carousel.
I did. I stood at the belt for an hour.
Eventually, it was the same 3 bags going round and round.
I guess those bags filled out a form
to report their owners missing. I dunno, but yeah,
I had to fill out a form to report my bag missing.
They said leave it with us.
I went out to my car,
I thought fuck this, no,
no mum you know I’m not leaving it with them.
I already left it with them once.
Where the fuck did it go?
Hang on, eeeeyyyaaaw.
So now I’m driving around inside the airport.
Yeah, yeah, inside.
It’s like the Blues Brothers.
There are so many people chasing me.
Sorry Mum? What’s in the bag?
Important shit! My favourite jacket,
the anti-diarrhoea pills you got me,
my glasses.
I can’t see shit without them.
I’m blind as a bat.
Oh, and I got you a heap of pirated DVD’s.
Movies that haven’t come out yet.
So, we want that. I wanted to be a surprise.
Okay, I’m back at the terminal I arrived in.
Look out dickheads, I'm reversing, look out.
I wanna see if my plane is still out there.
If the pilot unlocks it, I can check it myself.
Do a thorough job.
See ya wouldn’t wanna be ya.
Hold on a tick, Mum. Hold on. GARGH!
Aw, this isn’t the runway.
This is a regular exit.
Oi Mum, I might have to go.
I am a bit lost and
talking on the phone while driving is not good.
But I’ll be home soon.
I promise I won’t doing anything dumb.
Alright, alright. What?
The pirate DVD’s were in the bag yeah?
Mission Impossible 9.
Avengers 83. A bunch of things
with The Rock in ‘em.
Hey I can’t hear you over all
the angry Russian guys yelling.
I gotta go, see ya, see ya, see ya.
Right, Okay. I suppose he’s decided to go home
and wait for the airline to call him.
Smart move.
It results in less jail time.
[Music]
How ya go’in ya big bloody beautiful bastards, me again.
Oi, I’ve got way too many Destination Fucked stubby holders
in my office right now.
If you’d like to by one off me
then I will personally fucken post it to ya from Perth here,
just go to ozzymanshop.com/stubbies.
The link is in the post description or the comments
below. Go click the shit out of it,
or it's in the Instagram bio,
or... it's everywhere.
If you legends help me clear these out
I might even chuck a signed photo
in the Ozzy Man merch satchel for ya.
So go on, have a look.
We'll ship them internationally,
even tho it costs a bit
and takes a bit of time.
But if ya want it,
if ya fuckin not in Australia then that's fine.
Ozzymanshop.com/stubbies.
A stubby holder is a beer cooler by the way.
Yeah nah yeah you put ya beer in it.
That’s all. Cheers,
see ya!