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jueves, octubre 04, 2007

Which Way Then ?

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............