This is also how flight attendants feel at the end of a long flight when they finally get to walk down the aisle saying "You're trash," "You're trash," "You're trash" to everybody.
Less widely useful than some other replies here but, someone once drunkenly told me at a conference bar they'd been answering the phone at Lib Dem HQ with "nipple lemon prats"
Some years ago the Tandem Club Journal had a diary by a couple who'd booked a holiday in Germany for circa 1938 and were damned if they'd let Hitler spoil their fun. The bloke replaced the customary German greeting at the time with "I'll tickle her!"
