Meanwhile on the motorway,
New helper: Jesus Christ do you always drive like this?
Me: what's wrong *crunches gears*
New helper: I'm surprised we haven't fuckin crashed yet
Me: don't be silly *overtakes police car*
Boss on the phone about my fuel declarations,
Boss: what happened last month Sandra, it's the usual Β£400 worth in diesel and then there's Β£328 in petrol as well?
Me: a Mercedes is a thirsty car mate
Boss: yeah but why do I have to pay for it?
Me: because you love me of course
Oh imagine how frustrating it must be being bullied/tailgated by a queen in a 20yo Golf diesel in your Β£60k BMW and you are not winning cos you're not used to these roads
Him: have you seen my car keys ?
Me: urgh
Him: is that a yes or Γ no?
Me: whilst you're out there bring me some ice-cream
Him: keys?
Me: what do they look like?
Him: keys?
Me: watching miss Marple so be quiet
Him: cunt
Me: you love my cunt tho
Him: don't change the subject
When someone goes like: well my sister's boyfriends halfbrother's mum is having it off with a gymnast who knows a guy who's sister has got something like that
Me:
Him: who's Richard?
Me: what?
Him: that phone number written on your back
Me: oh just some guy at work
Him: funny place to write a phone number unless you have your shirt off
Me: urgh working on my suntan Pappy all innocent stuff
Him: you're a slut
Me: you love it tho
Him: true
@JDrvr Yeah I've got a similar feeling with this one, the trip to Italy will be a concession card of breakdowns and being stuck on the roadside whilst waiting for help, I think I'll just grab a plane to Italy and join him there to avoid that shit
When he takes you out for a test-drive in a vintage campervan cos apparently we need one and the bloody thing breaks down,
Him: probably a blocked fuel pipe
Me: we've only done fuckin 8 miles and you want to take this to Italy for a fun holiday
Him: yeah it'll be great
Me: