I am stuck on Band-Aids because communism is stuck on me!
So, I'm walking the second leg of my journey to work thanks to the goddamn Minneapolis mass transit system and it's inability to run on any sort of schedule. I mean, really, the guy that drives my usual bus drives it like a goddamn racecar, so you'd think that he could get there on time. But no. He's gotta pick me up 5 minutes late. Then, I find out that I've left my bus pass at home, so I have to cough up dollars to get on this thing! Literally! I was vomiting money earlier this morning! Wait... No, that was just blood. Anyhoo, so I pay to get a crummy seat on this bus and start reading my Lovecraft. Well, technically, it's EV's lovecraft, but who's counting. Not me. Never had a knack for numbers.
So, I'm sitting on the bus reading my book and this little hispanic guy sits down next to me. I'm minding my own business, he's minding his. The bus stops and more people get on. A man stops and shakes the hand of the guy sitting next to me while muttering something to him. I'm not sure what, but it was probably evil. Because, anytime anyone says anything on the bus it's horribly, horribly evil. And not the cutsey kind of evil like those Elder Gods, I'm talking 100% pure, florida quality evil. Just like the orange juice that screams 'DRINK ME DAMMIT!' because it knows you just brushed your teeth and if you drink it you'll get that horribly twisted and contorted face thing because you just drank something that's a sin against god and nature. But I'm rambling. So, I'm pretty sure that the guy sitting next to me was the Cookie Demon in disguise. You know how I can tell? Because the bank *didn't* smell like cookies today! Yep. Proof positive.
The End. Time to go fix computers. Fucking Users.
So, I'm sitting on the bus reading my book and this little hispanic guy sits down next to me. I'm minding my own business, he's minding his. The bus stops and more people get on. A man stops and shakes the hand of the guy sitting next to me while muttering something to him. I'm not sure what, but it was probably evil. Because, anytime anyone says anything on the bus it's horribly, horribly evil. And not the cutsey kind of evil like those Elder Gods, I'm talking 100% pure, florida quality evil. Just like the orange juice that screams 'DRINK ME DAMMIT!' because it knows you just brushed your teeth and if you drink it you'll get that horribly twisted and contorted face thing because you just drank something that's a sin against god and nature. But I'm rambling. So, I'm pretty sure that the guy sitting next to me was the Cookie Demon in disguise. You know how I can tell? Because the bank *didn't* smell like cookies today! Yep. Proof positive.
The End. Time to go fix computers. Fucking Users.