This post brought to you probably by my lack of spironolactone. And the number 54D.
LAst night involved a LOT of running around attempting catch bus after bus since my truck was dropped off at the mechanic's last night.
After getting wrong directions to which bus I needed to take, I saw the bus I was supposed to take coming, and ran like the dickens to catch it (I missed). Later that evening, after my bus missed his exit and got to my stop VERY late, I ran to catch the bus that would get me home, only to have it drive off as I ran for it.
While I waited for the next bus, a Tourretic man screamed at me "Nice Tits" for 30 minutes.
Eventually, I took a taxi home. But that got me thinking....
( On Boobage. )
LAst night involved a LOT of running around attempting catch bus after bus since my truck was dropped off at the mechanic's last night.
After getting wrong directions to which bus I needed to take, I saw the bus I was supposed to take coming, and ran like the dickens to catch it (I missed). Later that evening, after my bus missed his exit and got to my stop VERY late, I ran to catch the bus that would get me home, only to have it drive off as I ran for it.
While I waited for the next bus, a Tourretic man screamed at me "Nice Tits" for 30 minutes.
Eventually, I took a taxi home. But that got me thinking....
( On Boobage. )