Passing out of Seattle City limits...

At 145th... the freckled lynnwood element aboard the bus gets an infusion of fat ginger dudes, all who are packing healthy cases of plumbers but, and these guys stink, really stink, like chicken manure or somethin, lord... let's get moving so we can blow this stench to the back. These guys have definatly taken the pants on the ground thing to far.