I can’t wait to order drinks with my new prepaid Visa TAP Card!
Cupid just struck a bus at this rug wearing blonde guy and jewel clipped lady.
I’ve never seen a man beam as much as he did when she walked away.
Awww, old weird bus love.
Breast feeding on bus > crying baby on bus
Waiting for bus to show up whenever the hell the driver decides to (I’ve given up on metros time tables) and a silver hatchback thing pulls up. Someone’s soccer mom is asking me if I want a ride. Wait, what?! Why?
I stare at her like a moron.
She asks again, this time in stern “go to your room!” voice. Ugh.
I say no and she drives off in a huff. Her drive tells me I’ve turned down her chance to do a good deed, right her 2011, ruined her night, wasted her time. I am an ungrateful asshole.
Or I just avoided being murdered by someone’s mom.
Nail clippings, covert hair strand stealing, and a prostitute attempting to pick up the driver, all in one gloriously behind schedule ride into Hollywood
Really?! For the love of god people keep your shoes on
Few years ago, I was out at Three of Clubs drinking with my friend Atiya. We were walking up to take the bus to Echo Park and we see that there’s a woman in a gold lame bikini straddling the bus bench. She’s singing Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” or some shit, trying to look sexy and dancing.
As soon as she sees us walk up, she starts screaming “AW HELL NO! CAN’T HAVE NO REALS GIRLS! YOU HAVE TO GO! CAN’T HAVE NO REAL GIRLS!” over and over.
I say hell no, bus is coming. We can see it far away down the street.
Out of fucking nowhere, her pimp appears. He tells Atiya that she “better take Hannah Montana and go to the next stop.” The tranny is still screaming about real girls.
At this point the bus is about a block away. We point to the bus and say we’re staying, and sort of walk a few feet away. At this point the bus pulls up.
Spend half of bus ride seated by pimp and his ho badly dancing and trying to sing more Beyonce songs.
Whoa, bus entrance smells like Christmas, middle like bum b. o. and back like some Calgon perfume
Dear Older Indian Guy,
You drive pass me one more time at night with an empty bus and fail to stop and pick my ass up, I will pull a Mr. McAllister and hurl a milkshake at you.