Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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Friday, August 25, 2006

Bus tales

It's sad enough that it's week number 2 sans car, but now i've got bus stories to tell. First i think that it's important to state the following : BUS PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! just because people don't talk to you on the bus DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU ARE IN YOUR OWN WORLD AND NO ONE CAN SEE YOU. EVERYONE CAN SEE YOU PICK YOUR NOSE. EVERYONE. I was sitting next to this guy two days ago on the 195, holy shit man. He must have been digging for gold or looking for an alternate route to China threw his nose.

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