No way could that be me, Tecumseh. The only thing I've lost is a banjo while hunting down those city folks canoeing down the river. When they squealed like a pig, it was unaccompanied by my fine strumming....Bummer.
Does a beat up Greyhound with two newly released convicts in the seats ahead, and a fat prostitute talking about how meth is no bad shit in the seats behind, count as a "Megabus"?? Then, yes.
Ah, the Greyhound bus! I took one a couple of years ago to Albany. Boy, it took forever -- stopping at a hellish bus station in Springfield (or was that Worcester?) to change buses. Man, oh man. Shoulda rented a car.
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No way could that be me, Tecumseh. The only thing I've lost is a banjo while hunting down those city folks canoeing down the river. When they squealed like a pig, it was unaccompanied by my fine strumming....Bummer.
But you must have taken the Megabus to NYC or Philly at some point, no?
Does a beat up Greyhound with two newly released convicts in the seats ahead, and a fat prostitute talking about how meth is no bad shit in the seats behind, count as a "Megabus"?? Then, yes.
Ah, the Greyhound bus! I took one a couple of years ago to Albany. Boy, it took forever -- stopping at a hellish bus station in Springfield (or was that Worcester?) to change buses. Man, oh man. Shoulda rented a car.
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