How would you know every single person was in fact gay on Weasels bus?
*sigh*
It must be hard being the only gay in the village Weasel....![]()
How would you know every single person was in fact gay on Weasels bus?
*sigh*
It must be hard being the only gay in the village Weasel....![]()
"Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary - that's what gets you."
Jeremy Clarkson.
Kawasaki 200mph Club
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"Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary - that's what gets you."
Jeremy Clarkson.
Kawasaki 200mph Club
I don't catch buses - can't stand them. Nothing to do with gays. If I was forced to catch a bus, bike broke down... freezing cold...etc , then I'd catch the bus. If they're all gay then, I spose I'll sit at the front and ignore them all. Next to the gay bus driver. On my own. Being straight and so homophobic that I'd rather stand in the snow and freeze than accept the help of strangers (who are gay).
Or some such shit as that.... *TUI*
They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the evening,
we will remember them
I certainly wouldn't be in my comfort zone. But I'd rather bus than walk, especially if time and distance are an issue.
Everybody has different tolerances in their own comfort zones, I'd be expecting a whole variety of answers here.
Curiosity has me wondering........ WTF is the point of this question?
Surely, taking drugs or sitting on your porch staring at the night sky is more stimulating for your mind than pondering a question like this.
Unless of course, curiosity has found the better of you, and you found yourself on a bus full of gays and suprisingly to yourself, you like it!
Oh dear... there's a reason it's in the jokes and humour section... a fact which has been lost on some...
I thought about the double take on it....... But thought it was too much in keeping. Oh Dear!
Just not my sort of humour......
Yeah, sorry gay guys do nothing for me.
But each to their own mate.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Where would a bus full of gays go?
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