So I was riding the bus today and I discovered that the long buses do not have good shocks in the rear portion of the bus. How did I discover this fact, you ask? Well, for some odd reason my bus driver for today felt the need to hit every hole in the road. Every. Damn. Hole. In fact it was so frequent that I believe she may have pre-dug some of those holes the night before and hit them all to test them out.
BaM!
Yep, that's a hole.
Every time she would hit a hole my entire lumbar system would jar violently and my testacles would bang together like those damned Click Clack balls your sister used to terrorize the family with.
BaM!
Yep, that's another hole,
While I was trying to anticipate the next ball knocker, this lady gets one the bus and heads straight for the back where I was sitting, She had on some white stretchy pants with a leather chap style front. Yes, that's what I said. Anyway, she wanted to keep them and white as possible so she sat on her purse. Her tiny little purse. Her tiny, SEQUINED purse, I got to thinking about what might have been in the purse.Now I was getting my spine renumbered every time we hit a hole so she must've been getting punched in the bootyhole with the mascara brush that had to be in her purse (according to those big, dumb ass fake eyelashes she was wearing,)
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