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Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts

Smokin'!


I wouldn't usually post of picture of such poor quality, but there is a point and I took it while driving at high speed down the interstate. For those of you as stupid as I, photography in this manner is not recommended.

This is John Aurthur Eaves campaign bus as it was traveling through our great state.

I had the unusual pleasure of riding behind John and company for many many miles and would like to thank him for having such a smoking hot wife. She gave me something other to think about rather than the work I would be doing later and helped pass the miles away.

However, I have a complaint John.

Your bus is a piece of sh!t. It sounds like an old beater ass dilapidated logging truck. Ever heard of the Midas touch? Rattle rattle thunder clatter boom boom boom, don't worry call the CarX man? Put a muffler on the thing! And you might want to have the catalytic converter checked out too because the beast belches diesel fumes like my old great granny smoking a Romeo & Juliet cigar.

So, now that you lost the election and will have some free time on your hands. . .I hear they are having a sale at Sears on Craftsman tools. Lifetime warranty and cheaper than losing an election.

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You Can Ride In My Front Seat Any Day. . .

This person, Debora Moscone, was asked to move from her front seat by the driver of a city bus in Lindau, Germany because of her cleavage. . .



which leads me to ask the question, "Herr Driver, are you ghey?"

This bit from an auto-translated article describes the scene clearly:

But at a stop the bus driver addresses it: Their sight confuses it, it can not on the traffic concentrate, then it cannot drive on. The driver places the attractive young woman before the choice: Either it puts itself then that it cannot see it also in the mirror to no more, or it must step out.

Debora Moscone holds first for a joke. But the driver is serious it. Thus it adds and sits down directly behind the driver, where it is separate from it by an obscure disk. At the station arrived, it places the driver to the speech. It affirmed its procedure and refers to Paragraf 6 of the transport order, which gives it the right to instruct the passengers where they are to put themselves.


I'll say.

By the way, Debora? If you're not doing anything next Tuesday let's get together for dinner. I make a mean wienerschnitzel. You know. . .call me. Schnell!

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