Julia got to drive me home from the pub last week
Me: Jules, man, can we make a quick stop before we get on the motorway?
Julia: Why?
Me: I need to get four beers.
Julia: No.
Me: Just a couple of roadies.
Julia: Absolutely not.
Me: I think there’s a bottle shop before the bridge. Just pull over and I’ll run inside.
Julia: I’m not stopping.
Me: Come on, I just need four more beers. That’s all. In the scheme of your life, this is probably the smallest request you will ever receive.
Julia: No.
Me: Fuck, why do you always have to be such an uptight bitch? It must be so depressing to be you. I’m depressed just by being in the same car as you. I’m depressed by proxy, like osmosis.
Julia: You’re going to fall asleep before we get to the Hills anyway.
Me: No I won’t, you goddamn fun-wrecker.
Julia: Whatever.
Me: I can’t believe you’re not stopping.
Julia: Uh huh.
Me: Can you turn the music down? I’m tired.
4 Responses to “Julia got to drive me home from the pub last week”
I should have remembered this when she made me stop for cigarettes last night in her drunken state!
@Alanna – you stopped? Why would you do that!
Diffusion?
@Ceri – I don’t know. I’m not an accountant anymore.
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