The bus drivers.
Hello, this is a special update about all the bus drivers I've had throughout my years going to school! It's amazing how many were fucking insane, stupid, mentally retarded, or were too consumed in their own fat ass to actually drive the bus. First it starts with Miss Whit, a 75 year old lady who is bloody insane. I was in Kindergarden when she drove the bus, she used to plow into trash-cans at 50 miles per hour down the road of my house. We went through 2 sets of trash-cans before she got fired. She used to beep the bus infront of me, that's why I never enjoyed the bus, she would yell and spit and scream and beep the horn of the bus a real lot. It frightened me, one time I even through up on the driver seat when I was real sick one day and my dad sent me to school anyways. She told me to run outside, she opened the door and ran out. I turned to the left and proceeded to projectile vomit and cover the entire seat and seatbelt. In my innocence, I was cursed at three time and was called a no good fucking maggot by the bus-driver who smelt like raw potatoes. But I thought it was funny looking back on it.
My next and favorite of all bus driving time, is a man named Steve! Steve was the most awesomist bus-driver in the world, he would make my bus-rides the best. He was like the funniest guy alive and didn't punish anyone on the bus for doing anything, I got into a fight on my bus with a guy named Josh Benton, I was in fourth grade and he was in seventh or eight, but I believe he was in highschool at the time, I can't really remember very clearly. But after the fight was over and we went to the front of the bus, Steve asked if we wished to keep it a secret or did he want us to tell the principal about what had happened on that certain occasion. We both chose the keep it a secret (Freaking obvious) Steve in his career knocked over three mailboxes and backed over a trashcan down the neighborhood street. He ranged from grades 1-6 and then my 8th grade year he drove the bus for a while. But stopped doing so because of a mandotory leave of absence, where he was transferred to bus # 144. I get to nearly see him everyday and we still talk, the kids on his bus are happy and I can understand why.
Third and most hated of all! We didnt really know his real first name but his last name was Hunter. He was in relation to a semi-friend of mine named Ryan (Last name will not be disclosed for benefit of people not getting killed.) But besides the last name that we never called him! We called him, "Creampuff." The man could sense food whenever it was around, he used to drive my shuttle and I opened a can of Pepsi from the back over a crowd of 30 students talking in open discussion, his head looked up to the back and he shouted out in his fat-assery, "WHATS THAT YOU GOT IN YOUR HAND BOY!" I looked up and slid the bottle of Pepsi into my backpack cautiously. I had alot of time seeing as how he had to wabble through the aisle way and reach the back of the bus on time, each step and movement was another mass of jiggling flubber that made me want to punch myself in the face to end the horror of the walking blob we called Creampuff. He walked to the back (This is not a joke, this is an actual event) He sniffed the air and caught the hint of carbonation around, reached down his hand and touched the bottle into my packet taking it out wobbling back to the front of the bus. When I got back off the bus I got an empty wrapper of my Starburst that I had bought prior to that event and an empty bottle of Pepsi. I was sooooo pissed off, then another event where we we're on our regular bus. My brother had one of those vibrating weasels attached to a ball that roll around, he was tossing it back and forth across the bus to this girl named Michelle. Michelle caught, fat-ass looked and spoke, "You're not supposed to be throwing things on this bus!" Michelle looked up and tossed it back to my brother, my brother put it away and looked up and there came fat-ass wabbling. He reached out his gelatenous styled arm and motioned for the weasel ball. My brother told him no, he isn't getting it, so he turned around and went back to the bus station where the principal of the elementary school a gaseous old woman that smelled of slaughtered tomatoes was going into the bus, the notorious bitch named. Mrs. Whitaker, I hated that woman and wished to push her out into the street infront of a moving bus of cream-cakes. Mrs. Whitaker motioned for the ball, my brother once again told her no. So they had the bus stopped for two hours and nobody was able to get off, my brother handed over the ball and after he get off the bus drove back up to the school and retrieved his weasel ball from the old woman from tomatoville. The thing that I thought the best was the fact the Creampuff whore had to move to the side, tuck in his gut and squeeze through the bus door to enter into the vehicle to drive us. Creampuff had one crash into a guard-rail on the edge of my street and was not punished over the matter. Thus ends the events of the blubbering bitch.
Here comes to Richard, my current bus-driver but will not be for long, he is retiring. He is a sixty year old, humorless man who is both weird and can be funny. I believe him to be a child-molestor because he seems to have a certain, "Liking." For the little girls and boys on the bus, he allows them to do anything. He even moves them to the back of the bus in the high-school section and sit them down infront of us. Two of them are annoying as hell and are not funny whatsoever. The third one Amanda is a pretty cool girl, she's funny and she doesn't complain when you do stuff. But, the first day he came on the bus, he hired a black-body guard who sat in the front seat beside of him, he stared down the rest of the children and was fired later on because Richard was hit in the head with a bouncy-ball when he was in the mall. Therefor he got fired, but Richard is an odd old man who seems to know some tribune to comedy, but falls more than short on his joke preceding. I love riding my bus now, It's a great place since I'm like over every person on the bus. I sit third seat from the back everyday next to a kid named Lee, a person named Clint is infront of me. The little girls (Annoying one and less annoying one Amanda) then another set of little girls infront of her. My friend Anthony used to sit behind me, but he left the bus and rides occasionally, my other friend Anthony rode adjacent to him on the other side of the seat. So it'd be left side second seat from the back of the bus. In the back seats on the right hand side sit Kelby and a person who's pretty cool named Raymond. On their left is Michael (Brother to Michelle who is older) and Stacy who is a really cool-girl in my fourth block class. She's got a cool sense of humor and really brings light to the bus, but anywho. That's my whole bus thingy-ma-bob. So I'm out with this entry!
My next and favorite of all bus driving time, is a man named Steve! Steve was the most awesomist bus-driver in the world, he would make my bus-rides the best. He was like the funniest guy alive and didn't punish anyone on the bus for doing anything, I got into a fight on my bus with a guy named Josh Benton, I was in fourth grade and he was in seventh or eight, but I believe he was in highschool at the time, I can't really remember very clearly. But after the fight was over and we went to the front of the bus, Steve asked if we wished to keep it a secret or did he want us to tell the principal about what had happened on that certain occasion. We both chose the keep it a secret (Freaking obvious) Steve in his career knocked over three mailboxes and backed over a trashcan down the neighborhood street. He ranged from grades 1-6 and then my 8th grade year he drove the bus for a while. But stopped doing so because of a mandotory leave of absence, where he was transferred to bus # 144. I get to nearly see him everyday and we still talk, the kids on his bus are happy and I can understand why.
Third and most hated of all! We didnt really know his real first name but his last name was Hunter. He was in relation to a semi-friend of mine named Ryan (Last name will not be disclosed for benefit of people not getting killed.) But besides the last name that we never called him! We called him, "Creampuff." The man could sense food whenever it was around, he used to drive my shuttle and I opened a can of Pepsi from the back over a crowd of 30 students talking in open discussion, his head looked up to the back and he shouted out in his fat-assery, "WHATS THAT YOU GOT IN YOUR HAND BOY!" I looked up and slid the bottle of Pepsi into my backpack cautiously. I had alot of time seeing as how he had to wabble through the aisle way and reach the back of the bus on time, each step and movement was another mass of jiggling flubber that made me want to punch myself in the face to end the horror of the walking blob we called Creampuff. He walked to the back (This is not a joke, this is an actual event) He sniffed the air and caught the hint of carbonation around, reached down his hand and touched the bottle into my packet taking it out wobbling back to the front of the bus. When I got back off the bus I got an empty wrapper of my Starburst that I had bought prior to that event and an empty bottle of Pepsi. I was sooooo pissed off, then another event where we we're on our regular bus. My brother had one of those vibrating weasels attached to a ball that roll around, he was tossing it back and forth across the bus to this girl named Michelle. Michelle caught, fat-ass looked and spoke, "You're not supposed to be throwing things on this bus!" Michelle looked up and tossed it back to my brother, my brother put it away and looked up and there came fat-ass wabbling. He reached out his gelatenous styled arm and motioned for the weasel ball. My brother told him no, he isn't getting it, so he turned around and went back to the bus station where the principal of the elementary school a gaseous old woman that smelled of slaughtered tomatoes was going into the bus, the notorious bitch named. Mrs. Whitaker, I hated that woman and wished to push her out into the street infront of a moving bus of cream-cakes. Mrs. Whitaker motioned for the ball, my brother once again told her no. So they had the bus stopped for two hours and nobody was able to get off, my brother handed over the ball and after he get off the bus drove back up to the school and retrieved his weasel ball from the old woman from tomatoville. The thing that I thought the best was the fact the Creampuff whore had to move to the side, tuck in his gut and squeeze through the bus door to enter into the vehicle to drive us. Creampuff had one crash into a guard-rail on the edge of my street and was not punished over the matter. Thus ends the events of the blubbering bitch.
Here comes to Richard, my current bus-driver but will not be for long, he is retiring. He is a sixty year old, humorless man who is both weird and can be funny. I believe him to be a child-molestor because he seems to have a certain, "Liking." For the little girls and boys on the bus, he allows them to do anything. He even moves them to the back of the bus in the high-school section and sit them down infront of us. Two of them are annoying as hell and are not funny whatsoever. The third one Amanda is a pretty cool girl, she's funny and she doesn't complain when you do stuff. But, the first day he came on the bus, he hired a black-body guard who sat in the front seat beside of him, he stared down the rest of the children and was fired later on because Richard was hit in the head with a bouncy-ball when he was in the mall. Therefor he got fired, but Richard is an odd old man who seems to know some tribune to comedy, but falls more than short on his joke preceding. I love riding my bus now, It's a great place since I'm like over every person on the bus. I sit third seat from the back everyday next to a kid named Lee, a person named Clint is infront of me. The little girls (Annoying one and less annoying one Amanda) then another set of little girls infront of her. My friend Anthony used to sit behind me, but he left the bus and rides occasionally, my other friend Anthony rode adjacent to him on the other side of the seat. So it'd be left side second seat from the back of the bus. In the back seats on the right hand side sit Kelby and a person who's pretty cool named Raymond. On their left is Michael (Brother to Michelle who is older) and Stacy who is a really cool-girl in my fourth block class. She's got a cool sense of humor and really brings light to the bus, but anywho. That's my whole bus thingy-ma-bob. So I'm out with this entry!