I do so love that phrase, when I'm as pissed as a bee falling off a flower.
"Which way should we go?" - like I should fucking know.
"To the place that I live, I think.... ish."
Por ejemplo :- Goth is completely twatted, in a very, too much alcohol and no sleep till Hammersmith way, and thus should go home and sleep and stuff. However, believing he can fly and other weird shite, the Goth One decides to have another beer or two.
"I think we should go now" says the cherubic angel on Goth's shoulder.
"Fucking A" says Goth, staggering to his feet, clutching the flowers he has purloined for his beloved. "Which way is the Metro doofer?".
"It's ok" replies the Dark One "I'll drive you home - it's only 2 minutes from where I live"
*40 minutes later*
"Dude, we are totally lost - I think I should call Mariposa as she will know where we are etc"
Beginning the phone call, the Dark One says "Do you think I should switch this GPS thing on now?"
Well, fucking DUH ......
*auto-voice* "Turn left after 300 meters"
Goth watches patiently before commenting - "Not that left - your OTHER left!!!!!"
Fucking long journey but Goth got home in the end............
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Shit it was touch and go there for a minute wasn't it?
What kind of flowers?
When one with the head in the clouds, it is always necessary to trust his feet, and a good pair of shoe! Even if the straight line is not the shortest way; -)
Kimmy -> I'm surprised I could even type after all that alcohol but I didn't try and drive
Dip-Dop -> although not 100% beautiful, my Doc Marten boots do have their benefits - namely, mes pieds sont heureux dans leur confort
oh, and my head is not 'in the clouds', I'm jusy flying ;-)
BUGGER - that should say JUST not jusy
guess the alcohol has not worn off yet %-)
glad you made it home safe !!!! As for the sober... Hell I'll just leave that alone!
I'm relieved it wasn't you driving. We don't want that sort of silliness!
Sadly, my sense of direction improves with every beer. I am legendary for getting lost, even after 7 years here. When I first started seeing Mme Joad, she was cooking dinner at her place. I got completely lost and had to call her to ask where I was. Soooo smooth.
*sigh*
Like every other Man - even Gothses will not ask for directions. Glad to know you were NOT driving.
Bananas -> I don't do sober too regurlarly
Pat -> Not me - I've met the moving trees
Tom -> silly boy. How can you get lost before going somewhere? - oh, yeah - that way
Sewmouse -> Drink and drive? I have enough problems with drinking and walking....
Apparently, the other side to the story is here
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Ahhh, how great is the beer taxi!
Nice, but you're not allowed to smoke in it
i could fuck you up from here, as well, mr "i wasn't driving, but i got in the car anyway" ...
i read jj's version, too.
*shakes head slowly*
stick to the public, can you, buddy?
sounds like a conversation in my car. I'm dyslexic and dh is always yelling at me "THE OTHER LEFT!" sheesh!
Glad you made it home safe.
Stacie
But I am so brave - I mean, for fuck's sake, I got into a car with someone who can't even manage stairs on his own....
I had a taxi driver say that the other night. "Which way do you want to go?" "The longest and most expensive way, of course," I replied. Then I remembered I wasn't driving.
Oh Daphne -> How could you? I mean, to make a taxi driver charge you more than necessary? In the capital of Europe indeed.
brave?
i've got a laundry list of five letter words i can use in it's stead.... be grateful i'm off to work where you know i can't post commentarios, you giant goon head.
can't lose you, goth. quit trying.
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