Why do Kurds suddenly appear? Everytime, I drink beer.
Just like money, they long to be, grossing Jews.
Why is it that an alarming number of poor people ride the bus? The bus isn’t just a place to hang out and discuss food stamps. I take it to work everyday due to parking in Boston being relatively non-existent as do, I am sure, lots of other regular working Joes. Why must we endure their poorness?
Solution. We give the poors their own bus line. Wait a minute. Got to catch my train of thought. PETA is outside protesting Panera Bread into a megaphone. But that’s a post for another day. Anyways. The Poors. Own Bus Line. I know what you are thinking – Rosa Parks is flashing before your eyes and the riots in Birmingham. You are no doubt marching on me right now. But hear me out.
The Handicaps have their own Buses. Short yellow ones and THE RIDE. Why not one for the poors. I’m sick of getting a face full of unwashed Asian male crotch in my face when I sit down on the bus to and from work. The other day some dude was self-medicating himself, obviously just released from the hospital – arm in a sling, with a six pack of Bud Lite in a brown paper bag. One you say? NO, six at the same time. He asked me the time and I was all “MILLER TIME!” Not really, but it was definitely time for him to ride a different bus.
Spike Lee had it all wrong. Get OFF the bus, I say.
Rollo and Lesotho, forget prison. We need to re-segregate public transportation for the good of the nation.
This has been another random ranting of Rick Cartola.
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