Shell
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Okay as promised Budda, here is the post "giving you shit"
The day was really great... and long... I got to Geelong a bit before 12pm and didnt get home till after 10pm!! Anyhoo it was alot of fun... except for the ride home.... heres why...
I swear if anyone gives Budda a lift home while he is pissed... omg, you are in for a treat. Here are some of the "highlights"
- He wouldnt SHUT UP. Yak, yak, blah blah. I cant really recall any specifc pearls of drunken wisdom (I wasnt really listening tbh), but I do remember this exchange. "Shell, should I ring someone?" "Ok". "Who should I ring?". "Bigpapagman". "Nah.... dont wanna call him". "Ok, Eliiiza". "Nah dont wanna call her"... "Well ****ing hell i dont know anyone else you know!!!!"
- At the petrol station he did the "gentlemanly" thing and attempted to fill my car up with petrol. Unfortunately he reached for the leaded petrol. Luckily I was there to grab the unleaded pump before he had the chance to do any damage to my car. And after filling up my car I managed to spill petrol on him.

- THEN he gave me his ATM card AND pin number and goes "buy the petrol AND something for yourself with this." I oblidged and went into pay. I eyed the GFC framed Premiership pic for $95... oh should I??? Should I???? But settled on a coke instead.
- The rest of the way home was spent either Budda: touching my hair with his yucky greasy hands, poking me in the side of my waist (with his FINGER BDP, before you even say anything)... and almost making me run us off the side of the freeway, OR ****ING BULLSHITTING ON.
Omg Budda why cant you be one of those drunks that just pass out and fall asleep???
Anyway, other than that... (and nervously hoping I dont have a speeding fine... **** I was doing 70 in a 40 zone... I thought the roadworks were finished!!!!!!), the day was pretty good.
We should do it again sometime guys.
The day was really great... and long... I got to Geelong a bit before 12pm and didnt get home till after 10pm!! Anyhoo it was alot of fun... except for the ride home.... heres why...
I swear if anyone gives Budda a lift home while he is pissed... omg, you are in for a treat. Here are some of the "highlights"
- He wouldnt SHUT UP. Yak, yak, blah blah. I cant really recall any specifc pearls of drunken wisdom (I wasnt really listening tbh), but I do remember this exchange. "Shell, should I ring someone?" "Ok". "Who should I ring?". "Bigpapagman". "Nah.... dont wanna call him". "Ok, Eliiiza". "Nah dont wanna call her"... "Well ****ing hell i dont know anyone else you know!!!!"
- At the petrol station he did the "gentlemanly" thing and attempted to fill my car up with petrol. Unfortunately he reached for the leaded petrol. Luckily I was there to grab the unleaded pump before he had the chance to do any damage to my car. And after filling up my car I managed to spill petrol on him.

- THEN he gave me his ATM card AND pin number and goes "buy the petrol AND something for yourself with this." I oblidged and went into pay. I eyed the GFC framed Premiership pic for $95... oh should I??? Should I???? But settled on a coke instead.

- The rest of the way home was spent either Budda: touching my hair with his yucky greasy hands, poking me in the side of my waist (with his FINGER BDP, before you even say anything)... and almost making me run us off the side of the freeway, OR ****ING BULLSHITTING ON.
Omg Budda why cant you be one of those drunks that just pass out and fall asleep???
Anyway, other than that... (and nervously hoping I dont have a speeding fine... **** I was doing 70 in a 40 zone... I thought the roadworks were finished!!!!!!), the day was pretty good.
We should do it again sometime guys.






I wish I was one of drunks who would pass out quietly too instead of having to be reminded of my actions the following day.



