Bus
Sometimes on my bus. . . I feel like I'm in South Park. Random shit happens all the fucking time.
Like today, apparently we have two young priests on here.
Yesterday we had football quarterbacks.
Day before that, we had Satan's sons.
Just now we had a sex offender.
Last week, we had players.
Then, it was techno geeks.
My god, we even had God!
My bus, 441, is fahking weird.
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