Wheee! Off the cliff they go! Yay!Now let me tell you a TRUE story about a Number 12 bus.
I used to live in London, and I would catch the Number 12 from Elephant And Castle to Westminster Bridge. Every miserable day. Except one day, when I waited in the cold drizzle for hours, and the Number 12 never came. IT NEVER BLOODY CAME!!! God I hated living in London. Anyway, about a year later I was travelling through Kenya. I was hitching a ride down through the Rift Valley one sunny morning, passing some hot springs and a lake filled with pink flamingos, when what did I see sitting out there in the grasslands? You've guessed it, it was the Number 12 bus! For real! Which clearly explained why it had never arrived that morning in London.
This story is guaranteed to be 100% of FACT.
(I used to live in London, and I would catch the Number 12 from Elephant And Castle to Westminster Bridge. Every miserable day. Except one day, when I waited in the cold drizzle for hours, and the Number 12 never came. IT NEVER BLOODY CAME!!! God I hated living in London. Anyway, about a year later I was travelling through Kenya. I was hitching a ride down through the Rift Valley one sunny morning, passing some hot springs and a lake filled with pink flamingos, when what did I see sitting out there in the grasslands? You've guessed it, it was the Number 12 bus! For real! Which clearly explained why it had never arrived that morning in London.
This story is guaranteed to be 100% of FACT.
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