God I loathe busses
I won’t have much to say this week because of a sheer refusal to get on one unless absolutely no alternative is available. I walked most of London during the recent tube strike rather than ride on of those stinking pits of hell.

That said, on one rare experience I saw one of the hottest girls I have ever seen waiting at a bus stop wearing a tight T-shirt that stretched the words ‘Bukkake ruined my carpet’ across her magnificent chest.

I do kinda wish I’d got on that bus. Not to try to find out if it was true (she was way out of my league) But just so I could say to her ‘Mine too, I accidentally jizzed on it while watching some’

I think that will be it from me this week. Oh apart from to add that the bloody 88 bus that comes up Great Portland Street and is the only vehicle legally allowed to make the right turn on to Euston Road comes close to running me over at least once a week. One day I will found dead under it’s wheels if I keep forgetting to look over my shoulder before I cross.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 12:03, Reply)