That story from the other day:
We were heading to the excursion and I was sitting at the front of the bus.
The bus driver had a mini radio-type device that produced enough sound so that only he could hear, along with the two front rows of the vehicle.
I was listening to Five Finger Death Punch, and when a song ended I took my earphones out to talk with friends.
Then I noticed something... THE BUS DRIVER WAS LISTENING TO "WITH ENEMIES LIKE THAT" BY THE LIVING END!
He was seventy or so, thus why he obviously didn't hear when I asked him to turn it up. So I played the song on my iPod and continued hating on everyone else in the bus who was singing Justin Bieber's "Baby" or whatever that song is called.
Honestly, with bus drivers like that, who needs friends?
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I posted a new book. Not that anyone cares. Annoying Crap Parents Do. That sounds wrong, I know.
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