The vomit on the bus goes round and round..
A friend of mine called Hippie Ben had had a fairly rough night, and him and his mates were catching an early morning bus back home. He sadly suffers from Chrohns disease, but that doesn't stop him induldging in every type of narcotic and intoxicant he can lay his hands on. Hippie has earned his nickname .. long ginger hair, lanky, 'alternative', drug addict.

Anyway, they parked themselves right at the back of the bus, and as the early morning rush began, a couple of girls sat down near them. The girls began giggling to one another, nudging and making disparging remarks. They openly mocked his hair, his piercings, his clothes, his shoes, his face, and the same for each of his friends, one by one. Not ones to make a scene, Ben and his pals just sat back and tried to ignore them.

Nature had another idea. Abruptly, due to a mix of Crohns and intoxicants, Ben felt his guts churn over. A graceful, arcing jet of thick, lumpy spew erupted from his mouth and spattered into the seat next to the two chavettes.

Smirking a bit, Ben wiped his mouth and winked. "Morning, ladies."

They got off at the next stop.
( Pineapplez, Thu 29 May 2008, 17:20, Reply)