CRACK AT THE BOX

CRACK AT THE BOX
Damn! girl! get that shit under control!

This is a blog about my twice daily trip to and from work onboard Seattle Metro bus 358, the 358 is known as north Seattle's most nefarious bus run. When the coach leaves I will be blogging as fast as my thumbs can type... so hop onboard and enjoy a run. your comments and bus experiences will be appreciated and responded to.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Wednesday Evening Commute, 5-11-10, bus 358 northbound

Passing greenlake I notice that Birdshit Bill is passed out in back, snoring n weezing away without a care...Earlier, this asian hooker passed by the stop, she was decked out in a size or to to small shorties hiked a few inches to high and a blouse that let everything bounce n all hang out, twice I saw a tit flop out of her get-up as she fumbled with her cigarette in the breeze, the skank did not board the 358 so I assume she just works the bus-stops by the zoo... Not prime ho-in territory if you ask me, but if anyone is in the market for a 40+ fat asian ho, she's marching north on Horora ave between 45th and the zoo at the moment. And up here at 105th... we have a snowsuit steve siting, looks like the snowsuit has been bagged for the year as he's donned only in a set of bibs with no shirt on, what a slacker, but steady weather in the high 60's must seem like a fucking heat wave to him. Up at the Crispy Creme on 125th St I see what looks to be Stephen Hawking cruising across the intersection at full speed, and he's got a bag of what looks to be electrical supplies, hmm... he must be up to something. And in shoreline a boatload of trash boards, all babling away on there phones about some party their trying to find, if you ask me.. any party this crowds going to will border dangerously close to an inbred hillbilly ho-down.

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