Took the bus home again. JC calls it the "shame train."
I'm just going to stay in tonight. Work out, do some laundry, order a pizza, surf for porn. I'm kidding; I'm not going to do any laundry.
My bruise is like a beautiful dying flower, a corona of yellow and green flesh surrounding a deep purple blotch.
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Bus? You should take the Pony on the express route.
(sorry I cant resist a bad pun or a very feeble one either. save the world from punsters)
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