Thats right, that bad ass mother fucker will be playing the weekend of my darling birthday. I wrote that and relized that really leads my paragraph no where, so now i will be changing the subject. I have a bus driver, He spits loogeys out of the bus window while going dangerous speeds through the airport terminals. He brakes for no man, and if you want on his bus you have to lung towards the door like a 1337 skilled ninja to get inside. My bus driver is one crazy cat. My bus driver and i dont speak much, mainly becuse he doesnt understand the english language. Wich makes it very difficult for communication besides high- fives and flipping the bird, wich the later i will simply not due, for i am a lady. Today my friends i shall ride the bus just like evrey other day, with my very peculiar ethopian bus driver. We shall laugh and cry and live!!! Live for all that is good! I hate the fucking bus.
-chapel waste