The bottle sprang from my head, "FUCKING HELL," I said, quietly, because the fuck else am I going to do. For fucks sake this fucking bus was going at the speed of an autistic snail, and the smell was intoxicating, in fact, the smell was so bad, my period started because of it. I think the children on the bus might have lit a shit bomb on fire, I fucking hate children. Sometimes while sitting on this shit hole i hope they fly through the window. The guy sitting next to me was gambling on his phone, I hope he loses, when I grow up I will commit tax fraud and probably beat my future children, do not tell them that. Anyways, as we were getting closer to my stop, SUDDENLY the bus began to stop: FUCK! Why the FUCK is the FUCKING FUCK OF A FUCK stoping, I need to get home and tickle my pickle NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!! ( I am going insane) Apparently the bus reproductive system has stopped, the bus must have been ovulating. The children began jumping up and down like wild animals, and at this moment I considered suicide. Could this be the way? The bus driver awkwardly wobbled out the bus and in shock looked at the engine, it had combusted, you FREAK I SAW YOU GIGGLE. Anyways next part or nah?
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Five Goats
RomanceA horrible fkin school bus that cannot work properly smells of shit and puke and possibly an aborted baby, for readers who have nothing else to do, and are possibly homosexual
