Saturday, January 23, 2010

Don't you just hate it when you find yourself talking to a truck driving backwards.

when i woke up the next morning i had the worst headache. which i normally get due to sleep deprivation.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!……BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

my bloody phone.

i should really turn that off, not helping my headache one bit. i checked the caller id. Cass, again. lets just let that one go to voice mail.

i got up and grabbed an up and go from the fridge, and finished the last of mums coffe that she left on the bench before running out the door to work.

BBRRIINNNGG BRRINNG!

ohh god, the home phone now. leave me alone! i picked it up

‘hello?’

‘JOSE! why didnt you answer you phone?’

‘Didn’t want to, plus i have a headache.’

‘ok. Anyhoos.. i have an idea!’

‘mmmm, spill’

‘well i was thinking just like in the movie we would try and make him undatable, and all..’

‘yer’

‘ so to start off we should think of ways to really emabrass him so that no one will have to go though my kind of pain again.’

‘ok’

’so can i come over and we can start brainstorming?”

’sure but not straight away, i feel like shit at the present’

‘ok, be there in 20 mintues!’

beep.beep.beep.beep.beep.beep

‘no! i need more time! longer than that!’

i was talking to a truck driving backwards. great, better get cleaned up.

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