Wish Me Luck…

I’m travelling for work today.

8 hours in a car, trapped with my company’s most outspoken, right winger.

It will take all my strength not to grab the wheel and force us to drive into a brick wall if he gets on one of his republithug jags.

FSM give me strength!

P.S. He’s a “gas tapper”. Constantly pressing then releasing the accelerator. I’m getting seasick.

About cb

Nickname: Munt Measurements: 45 B, 34, 38(?) Ambition: to be the best human ever! Turn ons: long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, porn, rainbows, cock Turn offs: bad smell face, men who are full of themselves, dead puppies, popcorn, sadness
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7 Responses to Wish Me Luck…

  1. Lord, you really have very little luck do you? Maybe you should drive?

    Or go lie down on the back seat for a snooze…

  2. Oh what fun!!! I hope you survive the drive. UGH!! That would not be enjoyable. I know. I’ve been in those car rides!

  3. A Lewis says:

    oh hell, let him have it. tell him off good.

  4. John says:

    Do you have a device that records? Get him saying something really ugly (preferably racially tinged) and then get the MP3 into circulation.

  5. Christopher says:

    Does FSM = Flying Spaghetti Monster?

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster

    Pull over and get you some dramamine!

  6. I suppose you could always barf on him.

  7. RG says:

    Not to engage in schadenfreude but – bwaaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

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