Now, I don't drive but does that I mean I need to be punished for accepting the convenience of public transportation and saving the environment by not putting another gas guzzling hazard on the road???
Do I really need to be exposed to funk so pungent it can only be described as 90 day old chicken grease and fat backs?
Should I be exposed to wigs that look like the woman is a low budget whore? (Low budget whore because judging by the build up of lint and the mat that's forming on the back of her head she was obviously nailed to an old shag carpet and pounded until her insides were obliterated and and the back of her head resembled said carpet)
Why they hell I gotta listen to you and your kid's conversation??? WTF, I'm all the way on the top level of the bus!!! You should've told her what time she should have been home before she left the house this morning!!
And, oh, seriously Mr. Bus Driver Man, I'm standing at the door. Did it give you some strange sense of power and control to close it in my face? We all know your wife beats you and takes your check so the only way you can feel like a man (cuz you can't hit her or you'll be living on half your pay for the rest of your life) is to shut the door in people's faces. I know your game. That's why I'm half your age and make twice your salary... see how that works.
To the lady that got on the train in front of me when I had obviously been waiting longer than you, your boyfriend looks like someone kicked him in the teeth from inside his mouth, your shoes make your feet look like he uses those horse teeth to chew on your toes and HA!!! I got the damn seat before you anyway, skank.
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