Chris & Paula Star in Si's Cheese Dream
Chris & Paula. Assholes. They don't listen. They don't respect me. They just use me, like a chump. So I'm driving home, and there they they are. Needing a lift. Needy bastards, that Chris and Paula. I'm a good guy, so I give them a lift, only they just need to stop somewhere on the way.
They hop out of the car, pull on their balaclavas and get the shotguns out. They only hold up a fricking bank! Oh, they're ever so right-on about it - the front-line staff don't get mistreated, but the white South African manager guy is also a big-time share holder and gets kneecapped for the safe combination. They jump back in my car and I have to take them home. I'm understandably annoyed at them for bringing this trouble to my front door, but what annoys me more is the lack of respect.
They've done this before, you see. I told the last time they tricked me into being their get-away driver that I didn't like it. I object to it morally. They said they were sorry, and they wouldn't use me as a driver again without full consultation. But they just did it again. Riding rough-shod over me because I'm too nice to kick them out of my car and let them get arrested.
It took me a full minute of not being asleep to realise this was not the case, and I had just over-eaten the previous day for the first time in three months. It took me another minute of wondering why I keep dreaming about Chris and Paula robbing banks before I realised this was the first time, and the fact they'd done it before was part of the same dream.
Sorry Chris & Paula. I know you don't rob banks, and you don't think I'm a Patsy. Next time, give me a solid percentage instead of your platitudes. Assholes.
They hop out of the car, pull on their balaclavas and get the shotguns out. They only hold up a fricking bank! Oh, they're ever so right-on about it - the front-line staff don't get mistreated, but the white South African manager guy is also a big-time share holder and gets kneecapped for the safe combination. They jump back in my car and I have to take them home. I'm understandably annoyed at them for bringing this trouble to my front door, but what annoys me more is the lack of respect.
They've done this before, you see. I told the last time they tricked me into being their get-away driver that I didn't like it. I object to it morally. They said they were sorry, and they wouldn't use me as a driver again without full consultation. But they just did it again. Riding rough-shod over me because I'm too nice to kick them out of my car and let them get arrested.
It took me a full minute of not being asleep to realise this was not the case, and I had just over-eaten the previous day for the first time in three months. It took me another minute of wondering why I keep dreaming about Chris and Paula robbing banks before I realised this was the first time, and the fact they'd done it before was part of the same dream.
Sorry Chris & Paula. I know you don't rob banks, and you don't think I'm a Patsy. Next time, give me a solid percentage instead of your platitudes. Assholes.