picked a gargled filthbag up outside a night club early one morning.
after about ten minutes he wanted to get sick so i pulled over on this pitch black road.
he spewed his jaysus up with a big splash on the side of the road.
reached the dump he was going to and he tells me he can't find his wallet with a few hundred in it.
It must have fell out when he got sick.
he pricks around with coins and just about covers the fare.
i gunned it back to where he got sick.
got the flashlight out.
saw the vomit and the tissue i gave him to wipe his boat and hands with but no wallet.
the cunt suckered me good.