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My Life Changing Experience on the BusMY TRUE STORY ABOUT A LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE ON THE BUS:
HOW BUS ETIQUETTE CAN DETERMINE YOUR FUTURE
A couple of years ago I was on a very crowded bus during rush hour, and most of the passengers were forced to stand. It was the most overcrowded bus in the history of overcrowded busses, and the route was a long one. Some people were pushed back beyond the forbidden Yellow Line, while others sheltered their young in fear. It was so packed that you couldn’t even tell what was going on. Somewhere on that bus I’m sure at least one child was born, and another couple were probably conceived. It was so stuffed there were people hanging out of the windows and sitting on the roof and shit, India style. Whatever windows hadn’t been opened for people to sit out of had been broken by the sheer pressure of compacted human flesh. The bus surely must have lost its box-like form, and from the outside probably looked like a long tube or gian
In Defense of Rush LimbaughIn Defence of Rush Limbaugh
I am tired of hearing all this trash talk aimed at Rush Limbaugh lately. So he accused all women wanting better access to contraceptives of being 'sluts' and 'prostitutes.' So he ran a three day personal attack campaign against one lone individual because she happened to be a female, a liberal, and an intellectual. Whatever, Haters. Give the guy a break.
Rush Limbaugh is a bold American hero, and a staunch defender of our dearest Christian values.
He's also a conservative pro - white - breeder who's been married four times and has no children.
Clearly, at the very best he's sterile. More probable is that he's sterile and as impotent as a coked out quasi eunuch with a gun to his head. It's obvious Rush Limbaugh simply doesn't understand what contraception is, as he's never had a need for it in his sad, humiliating, and bloated existence. If h
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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