
"hay. why tha fuhg aw you rollin' yo ayes ad me?"
"hay. why tha fuhg izzz shhe rollin' hur ayes ad me?"
"shhe shuddum be rollin' hur fuggin' ayes ad me."
"that shid is fuhgd ub. nah loog. she won't heefen agknowludge me"
"fuggin' bish. rollin' hur fuggin' ayes ad me lykes sheeze bettuhdanme"
"oh look hoolio, she's geddin' hoff now bay bay. donchu go rollin' your fuggin' eyes ad me. geez. ahdunno whud da fug hur prohblum iz"
can't make it up it's pure gold. also the guy looked a little old to be frosting his hair. his gray was showing through. weird scene. so all trains are running on the local track on the connect and i am not loving life. the bastard has shin splints and i'm trying not to beat on my legs too much tonight but here we are. we slowly pull into craptastic queens and suddenly, i see an F train running on the V line. no one's on it. i think "sweet, i sit down an settle into a good nap until this all ends". everything is now running express. nice and smooth. couldn't have wished for a better ride home. nice and smooth
—the bastard
2 comments:
Hahahaha, this is hilarious!
you can't make this stuff up. believe me, i've tried
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