So this afternoon my housemate got a call on the home phone, I thought it was a little odd. When he gets off he asks if I can back out my car so he can take Sam's car to UWA to get his mobile phone, which he stupidly left there on Saturday night.
"Yeah sure," I said.
After 5 minutes or so, he couldn't find Sam's keys so he asked to borrow my car.
"Yeah allright." I said.
"It doesn't have any fuel in it," I said.
"Here's $10," I said.
"Put some fuel in it," I said.
"It has enough to UWA," I said.
"But you wont make it back," I said.
So anyway at 8:20 he finnally arrives home.
I jocularly ask if my car is still in one piece.
"Yeah it's still in one piece but uh, it's about 20 metres north of the Canning Bridge"
"What on the fucking freeway?"
"Nah it's in the emergency stopping lane"
*facepalm**hold head in hands*
I swear to God, he is fucking retarded.