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.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Ahh...... WERE GONNA NEED SOME MORE BACON
How sweet, we have a arab family at the stop who have their young Dirkistanian children with them, bus pulls in and I immidietly step up, cut them off and board the bus to the chagrin of several destitute gas-bags, onboard they are glaring at me so I give em a quick chuckle and a sneer. This Is The USA afterall and I don't plan on letting a clan of dirka dirka dirka speakers take the lead any day until they have the common courtesy of using my language when out in public in my country. Let's fry some bacon.. or maybe some of the fat high-water wearing bull dykes ass would provide enough grease to make these mullahs nervous.
Just a few minutes ago at the Ballard Industrial 7-11
The sisters were workin over the line hard for 50cents, stick to the ho-in girls, get your blow job pumps on and get up to Horora if you wanna get paid like a real prostitute, Habib, our trusty 7-11 clerk eventually shooed the ho's away to a tirade of their bitchin and screaming, sounded somewhat like a infuriated group of chimpanzees fighting over food. Ahh well... back to the commute, arriving at the 358 stop, that sometimes doubles as a street bum orgy-pit.
Bus Fumagation Plan put in effect.
In an attempt to reassure the general public that community buses are safe to ride on and not festering cess-pools of disease and squalor, Local Transit Authorities have notified the public that frequent fumagation is performed on all coaches, trains and vans. This all to dispell growing concern over the general air quality aboard tax subsidized transportation.
EMERGENCY COMMUTER ALERT
With reports of an outbreak of widespread butthole encyphilitis rampaging through the cities homeless street vagrants. ALL TAXPAYING COMMUTERS ARE ONCE AGAIN URGED TO AVOID PUBLIC TRANSIT FOR A PERIOD OF TWO WEEKS! Scurvy Scott and Douche Bag Debbie are two of the known carriers of this scourge, as their daily transient routine is highly unpredictable, all high ridership routes should be considered infected with BHE Spores, a routine lysol shower and immediate washing of all clothes traveled on the bus for the day in question is recommended to render the spores uncontagious. More reports on this later after future investigation
Crisis at the sleazy shoreline Meth Center n Clinic
As road work is currently restricting access to the Shoreline Methadone Clinic, the local methadone scourge is at a state of emergency with rumors circulating that they are being shut down. A ideal situation for the average working commuter, let them die off.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Nearly Home
Well with the load of shit that transpired today, its apparent that the summer bum run is in full swing, ride at your own risk! Numerous instances of anti social and regunantly offensive behavior can be expected on all coaches n routes until Fall Rain Showers arrive in earnest. Have a nice evening...
The HotDogg Huckster is at it again...
Ohh what a treat, a true friend of the show has just boarded up here at Shoreline Fred Meyers and he's tryin to sell another Dogg, but when he gets no action on the regular, he whips out a chilidogg and gets a buyer who jews him down to a quarter for the chilidogg, this guy gots to weigh 350+, guess he just can't let a questionable Chili dogg chance going to waste. So I tell the Huckster to load up with the Freddies Clam Chowder tommorow and to have lots of crackers handy, dudes like can-do but wants a 50 cent deposit, "get the Fuck out of here" is my comment, bring some tacos tommorow if you wanna get paid! He gets all bummed out and were arriving at the transit center where I spy a couple of enormous cow looking things chowing down on mondo burritos from taco del mar, aha... its the Home Depot customer service counter girls lunch hour, more like a trough hour, gonna be a blowout in there tonight, steer clear.
And at the Brown Bear Car Wash in Shoreline...
This half drunk cat runs up on the bus and starts begging for gas money, before the driver can give him the boot, he gets a sob storry out about how he's run out of gas in the car wash. What a putz! The Bosnian at the exit to the car wash is screaming somethin in eastern european tongue at this clown, and we proceed on without the presence of the carwash con-artist.
The Random Bus Shitter with SHAME
At 130th n Horora We witness this dude bbolt off the bus with what could only be a rough booze trot seeping through the back of his jeans and down his leg, he's running into Albertsons, it sucks to be on courtesy duty there today.. This Episode is notable as the average Bus Drunkard would rather spray the funk of rotten skunk shit around than disembark any bus that he has happened to shit himself on, interesting, I bestowed that dude with a Bumtology designation of Shamus Amos, this blog will be keeping our eye out for his sorry ass in the future.
The Broken Down Methadone Bag-Ladies
The chatter of two 40 somethin Methadone bags is stirring up a hornets nest of deviant conversation in the middle of this coach, and drunken Leroy starts hollering about some money one of 'these bitches stole from him' atleast this is getting the mullahs to move to the front. And yep.. just another week willed driver is in charge here, so its going to be a boisterous ride, with numerous referances from usless scourge about how their boys are gonna gat your ass at the end of the line. And the funk of 40 thousand whiskey trots begins to eminate from the front, WE HAVE A BUS SHITTER ALERT!
For Goodness Sake, will someone please cook some Bacon
Its like the local Afghan to Pakistan Turban n Rug Express, with 42 cameless jockeys riding on the roof. This would be the oppurtune time to be chowing down on Jack's new Bacon Chees n Chicken combo-just to clear a path and a seat as these are just the type of Mullahs that would declare holy war on my sandwich. I'd like to run this bus right into a Hog Rendering Plant and announce "End of the line, and we got a special on pork roasts at door 1 plus a sausage squeezing clinic at door 2"
Monday July 9th, afternoon 358 run, northbound, heavy squalor...
And the site of my first bus shelter being used as a parking garage for the wellfare transients roll-out of choice-the value village shopping cart. The thought of a mad-max movie set comes to mind... Well were back to the regular grind here waiting for bus 358 with several hammered mexicans holding down the the stop in a pathetic display of home-depot 'I wanna work holmes' slouching. This mornings commute was highlighted with the site of SnowSuit Steve prancing around like the Proctor and Gamble propolactic poster boy, I surmised that someone spiked his morning big bite or one of his many derelict pals put the Preparation-H label on a tube of Wasabi. He sure looked like somethin was burnin up his asshole. And here comes the 358, stand bye for the forcast
Friday, August 6, 2010
An Early Morning Thought...
After all... the Drunken Fisherman has to blab about his exploits... Well anyway, Yes it is true ALL COMMUTERS ARE AT A STAGE OF BUMCON-1 AWARENESS until qualified authorities are able to access the situation. But as I'm getting geared up to go back out fishing, I think my earlier accessemant was correct, AVOID ALL PUBLIC TRANSIT ON FRIDAY AND THROUGHOUT THE NEXT 20 YEARS IF ALL POSSIBLE. As for me, after my earlier post that claimed I would not blog......... well a strange thing happened when I turned onto the 5 at 11:57 yesterday, I saw fucking wellfare bums in piece of shit cars fucking up the flow of traffic! As I am an advocate of public transportation this was a new experiance for me to have to huck snot-rockets at the asshole gayman who tried to cut me off, and I made a point to try to make sure this fag did not make it up to capitol hill in time for his milking, FUCKING FAGS IN FORZA'S! yet then I kept rolling forward and just made sure that Dame flamer would have no chance of making his 520 connection to fag hill, not that I have any problem with gay people, I just dont like the fag such ass bobby lee that likes to show me his ass when I payed for a comedy show and not a ass show. SO NOW WERE CREEPING ALONG THE SHIP CANAL BRIDGE but actually I just wanted to use the word 'creeping' but we started to roll and then I went to this horders house in mount lake terrace, he wasn't home, so I took some shit of mine that I needed for later fishing operations....
Thursday, August 5, 2010
358 BLOGGING SUSPENDED UNTIL MONDAY AUGUST 9TH
Reports have been suspended due to SEAFAIR Festivities and the arrival of the Blue Angels as I'm using vacation time to go fishing instead of schweating it out on the motherfuckin 358, CHEERS, daily scourge reports will resume Monday Aug 9
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Tuesday August 3rd, Soutbound bus 358
Not much to report this morning, as its suspected that most local inebriated destitutes are focusing their panhandling efforts on this weeks BumFair 2010 festivities, BumCon-1 is in effect for dowwntown Seattle and South Lake Washington this week and weekend as historicly the lazy, and indigent attempt to maximize their panhandling earnings at SeaFair Festivities and Events, I for one would like to see a mayor that has the fortitude to 'Ban The Bum' from SeaFair. So expect an increased presence of nefarious and suspect vagrants panhandling at all events this week, Just say no to demands for change!
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