The Hoes on the Bus...
So I'm on the bus this morning going into my usual sensory overload with my iPod and book. You know, minding my business and trying to obliterate everyone else's business from my attention. Suddenly one of those million post-cards comes fluttering out of this chick's magazine. I thought, oh well, we're at a stop so she'll pick it up.
Yeah, well I would be wrong. The bitch just looked at it, and went back to reading her magazine. I looked at her magazine, Elegant Bride and then, of course, had to give her the work-over.
- Dirty sneakers
- Houndstooth skirt
- Tight black tank
- Long acrylic nails
- Tattoo on her ankle(indiscernible)
- 6 months pregnant
Labels: observations
4 Comments:
Sounds about right. Pretty is the bride the sun shines upon.
Clearly they ran out of the Skanky Bride magazines.
you left out smacking gum. don't tell me she wasn't smacking her gum.
The hoes on the bus go 'round and 'round.....round and round....round and round....
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