mardi, juin 20, 2006
No Excuse
It may well be a sunny hot day here in merry old England, but I am disgusted at the behaviour of some of our local residents. So, get on the bloody floor and Ollie will tell you a wee story about his bus journey.
I like to sit at the top of the bus, because it gets me away from the herd of old people sitting downstairs, talking about how such and such is deaf now and some are clearly just gazing into the posters a foot above their heads. On the top of the bus I couldn't help but notice that there was a big fat man in his fifties or sixties, plonked in a nice wooden chair in his garden, with the fat just sorta dripping over the edge like a well roasted duck. Oh I forgot to mention, he was in his swimming shorts.
One minute later I see another man in his sixties walk straight out of his house, brushing his teeth and in nothing but..you guessed it, shorts.
Will you please consider fellow bus passengers who have paid an astronomical fare before exposing yourself outside your own house. Thanks.
People hypnotised recently: 2
I like to sit at the top of the bus, because it gets me away from the herd of old people sitting downstairs, talking about how such and such is deaf now and some are clearly just gazing into the posters a foot above their heads. On the top of the bus I couldn't help but notice that there was a big fat man in his fifties or sixties, plonked in a nice wooden chair in his garden, with the fat just sorta dripping over the edge like a well roasted duck. Oh I forgot to mention, he was in his swimming shorts.
One minute later I see another man in his sixties walk straight out of his house, brushing his teeth and in nothing but..you guessed it, shorts.
Will you please consider fellow bus passengers who have paid an astronomical fare before exposing yourself outside your own house. Thanks.
People hypnotised recently: 2
# posted by Ollie : 3:56 PM
