Dear Goddamned Schoolbus...
(Those of you with kids who may be in one of these freakin' things may wanna skip this....)
Fuck you.Fuck you veeeery much for your concerted efforts to make me miss the post office. In spite of the fact that I actually managed to leave work six minutes early AND that the friggin' post office would actually be open til 4:30pm, you, ya fuck, still made it necessary for me to SPEED and SQUEAL TIRES-N-SHIT. I hate you. And, just what in thee HELL ails those crack-brained little bastids inside ya that ya hafta stop IN FRONT OF EVERY GODAMNED HOUSE ONE BY ONE? Can't those crippled pricks walk 14 feet? Can't they be dropped off all at once, at some central location?
Like, off the top of a bridge? Tell ya what. Dipshits wanna have kids, those dipshits oughta hafta drive their asses to school and pick 'em up. There are already 92 million idiots on the road, making a trip to the corner store a half-day proposition. What's a few more fuckin' breeders? Why, just because some bonehead wants to propagate this awful species, should I be forced to take 20 minutes to go a mile?
HMMMMM??? Ya want a kid, drive 'em yerself.
Fuck this bullshit of inconveniencing the entire motoring public, ESPECIALLY ME, DAMN IT. I don't even have kids and I've come up with two alternatives to BUSSES, one of which I've mentioned.... If every single parent of every single ankle-biter on those busses did the school driving, they'd all only turn into their own driveways and there'd be no more of this stop-n-go and fuckin' stop again shit. My other idea is to just have the frickin' kids LIVE AT THE SCHOOL. Bet parents would even like that one. Or homeschool EVERYBODY.
Whatever in God's greatness it takes to rid the roads of the scourge known as "school busses". Oh, and by the way, ya fatassed, lumbering, traffic holdin'-up turdburgler....
I made it.
In fact, I was enroute home (with no fuckin' bus in front of me) six minutes before the post office closed, so bite me. Here's wishing you didn't exist,
me
(and my 'Bird... car and finger.)
Comments
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So darling - what are you really trying to say...?
Posted by: Mad Mikey at March 08, 2005 11:00 AM (ysS8l)
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I guess yellow is not your favorite color.
I get the same ffrustration (see, two-effed frustration, even) when I go down Hook road the wrong time of the morning. They have at least three busses, picking up several different classes of kids. What I love is, the kids don't come out of the house until the bus is already stopped, and they have a 200 foot lane to mosey
down. Also, in the afternoon, the bus stops, and
it takes three minutes for some kid to finally find the door and jump out.....
I guess yellow is not your favorite color.
I get the same ffrustration (see, two-effed frustration, even) when I go down Hook road the wrong time of the morning. They have at least three busses, picking up several different classes of kids. What I love is, the kids don't come out of the house until the bus is already stopped, and they have a 200 foot lane to mosey
down. Also, in the afternoon, the bus stops, and
it takes three minutes for some kid to finally find the door and jump out.....
Posted by: haveayen at March 12, 2005 12:27 AM (VPYMW)
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Gawd.
Tell me about it.
Little fuckers.
I hate 'em all.
Which is why I loooove my "central drop off" idea.
Think of the veiw they'd get... just before they all plunged over the railing....
Very "educational", no?
Tell me about it.
Little fuckers.
I hate 'em all.
Which is why I loooove my "central drop off" idea.
Think of the veiw they'd get... just before they all plunged over the railing....
Very "educational", no?
Posted by: Stevie at March 12, 2005 05:53 AM (3sn5x)
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