this bus smells like weed and wig and french fries and coco butter and halitosis and b.o. and tears and i’m ready to get off now (although i think one of the above smells is coming from me …)
if this bus ride were the oregon trail, i would have hopped to have gotten dysentery and died somewhere around olympic & bundy
hi cnn,
could you please clarify: are these stories are related?
thanks,
chris
these stories of oklahoma tornado victims being reunited with their pets are like the notebook of national news.
(ok,so i haven’t actually seen the notebook, but i can’t imagine it being as much of a tear jerker as this sweet old gal finding her “bowsie” buried amongst the rubble)
she was wearing an “i voted” sticker today, and i’m wondering, “voted for what? crazy lady probably didn’t wash that blouse since november”
turns out today was the election for los angeles’ mayor.
what a great political science major turned math teacher turned operations coordinator i turned out to be
this game is, like, the ultimate sausage fest.
i mean, sure, if you got maria you were excited ‘cause she’s the hot one with great fashion sense, but other than that, it was pretty much game over.
it’s hard to tell which of the roomba commercial dancers is the ugliest creepiest
