Dear stoned tween who felt the need to annoy me on the metro transit today, no, I do not have any cigarettes. No, I do not have have any money to give you. No, I am not interested in your stories of riding your bike around the Commons while smoking a joint. I was listening to my music and told you so but you kept on talking and asking for cigarettes/money/cigarettes/money until I yelled at you. —Not Sorry
This article appears in Jun 30 – Jul 6, 2011.
Haha ohhh.
Did she cried?
howdy stranger ❤
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lol strangers on the bus.. at least you yelled at her OP. Good on you.
Howdy me, Painey?
I don’t have home netz access right now, so I’m doing this by phone the last couple months.
I’m still here!
Howdy, PG! (waving)
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must be the little douchebag that hangs around lacewood. he and his brother are products of a dope headed father and mother. and they are nasty little fuckers, when they don’t get what they want.
i grabbed the little shit last year, and he started going on about having me charged, i just simply told how could he do that, when he would be in a fucking body bad.was that little fuck ever scared then, and told him, next time, someone might pound his ass but fucking good. haven’t seen him up there since before xmas.
Thats because he is at Mumford now and his parents kicked him out a few years ago. H e used to come into the library and we had to kick him out. He started yelling at me at Mumford terminal when I refused to give him a dollar.
OP, and how much did you pay for that entertainment? Couldn’t you just stand up and move to another part of the bus? If you don’t like the drama, smells, and terrible service of Metro Transit, go buy a car or a bike (gag).