So I'm driving downtown, looking for a fare, and decide to check out the warehouse district. Sure enough, I load. A couple, mid twenties, i'd say, and very drunk. I'm told to drive north on Mopac. No problem, I ask 'em to let me know when their exit comes up. They start making out, no big deal, as people seem to like to get down in the back of taxis. I turn up the Furs CD to drown out the moans. So I'm driving...and driving...into Williamson County and the end of Mopac. I turn down "All that money wants" and ask em if we're close to the exit. No response. I ask a second time, again no response. So I take a look in the backseat. They're PASSED OUT. Her skirts pulled up, tits out, head in his lap with her hand around his long, er...,short fellow, and they're PASSED THE FUCK OUT! I pull to the curb and try to wake them. No luck. I could shake em but dont want to touch them in the state they're in. So I turn the stereo up full blast. She comes around. She has no idea where she is, or that shes half naked with a dick in her hand. I finally get the address out of her, about 10 miles south of where we are. I get em home, but the guys still passed out. I'm thinkin' this guys gonna be pissed, what with his girl half naked and his dork out for all to see...and $60.00 on the meter. She shakes him and wakes him, and, suprise, he has no clue as to where the fuck he is. I explain what went down, and the guys actually cool about it, pays the meter plus $10.00.They get out and stumble off, the parts that be still in the open. And I'm driving back downtown, looking for another fare...and I think, "Who called 911? Did you call 911?"
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the inside out reese's do rock.. he white chocolate ones make me happier though hhehehe