More WheelChair Beepers

And in the shoreline casino district the drunken wheelchair dude lifts of af and heads in to the pan table, good for him, probally get his disability check right from the cash machine inside, hope he hits it big so he can do some upgrades to his rollout. And we are entering the Shoreline Traffic Sphincter, fuck n ehh, we rolled strait through and Ohh My, a friend of the Blog is boarding at Fred Meyer, Its Our Infamous Hot Dogg Salesman........... So I ask him if he gots any doggs for sale today... and he starts whining about how they wouldn't give him the old dried out ones like they normally do... so I ponint out to him "Son, you need to know someone on the inside for the good free food option" he's like.... ya....with a intuitive look on his face, so I tell him to go get a job there and then you could be the Oscar Meyer of the Hotdogg Mafia,,, this gets fellow commuters chuckling. Then the kid starts whining about how he can't get a job because he's got no I.D. I'm like.. You mean you can't get ID because you got a warrant and he gets pissed, What ya gonnna do What ya gonna do.... and his humbled ass gets off the bus and my stop is coming up....