Germans
I took a 14 hour bus ride through Queensland with a bus load of Germans. Don't talk to me about Hell. I lived it.

It started poorly when the German sitting next to me told me he had been sunbathing naked and had burnt his wedding tackle so, if I didn't mind, he was going to plonk his tackle out so it wasn't rubbing against his shorts. Actually I did mind but there was no stopping him. Throughout the journey I would start to doze, only to be woken with a start to find my head far too close to his old fella.

At one point he asked me what the English word was for where someone else has the same name as you. It's "name sake" but I had a mental blank and couldn't think of it. He replied, with a very haughty, German tone "The English language is inferior."
I was moved to reply "Not only that but we don't have a word for 'We lost two world wars in the 20th century either'".
My response, while satisfying at the time, was perhaps a mistake as the tackle out German stood up and shouted something in German to the rest of the bus. Then I had a parade of German women taking turns to scream at me in German. I would say they were "mad German women" but the "mad" part is rather redundant, don't you think? I mean, all one has to say is "I met a German woman the other day" and you would automatically respond "In what way was she absolutely batshit insane?"

So, to make a long story shorter, I spent 14 hours on a bus with a tackle out German man and a group of clearly insane German women all shouting at me in German about how much of a bastard I was.
(Hammer of Justice, Tue 12 Sep 2006, 7:46, Reply)