Diplomatic Relief

Best soundbite from KL (aka Project X):

We're driving across Second Link after being caught in the Friday jam for the last hour. While stuck in the traffic, the three clowns who happily are my colleagues TH, Tim and Raj, were chugging beers in the passenger seats, so when we finally get through the Singapore checkpoint, all three are whining like babies about their exploding bladders. So I drop them off at the side of the Second Link expressway for rapid relief.

Back in the car.

Someone: Scarly the Malaysian customs stop us for peeing at the side of the expressway.

TH: Saya orang diplomatik!

Raj: You cock. That just means you're a diplomatic person.