Friday, December 17, 2010


I sometimes react strongly to people calling the bus smelly. It's generally not.

But two days ago on the 833, when I got on it smelled like a human being, or possibly a wildebeest, had gotten on and sat there for three months without bathing, then died, then continued to sit there for another three months, and then got off.

That was smelly.

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