Liz!
Well-known member
Our 610
Who art a bus.
Hallowed be thy stairwell.
Thy Interchange come,
Thy emptiness will be done, on the seats as it is in the stairwell
Give us this trip, our daily gossip,
And forgive us for drawing a smiley face on the window in permanent marker
As we forgive the newbie bus drivers who take us the long way home.
And lead us not the wrong way home,
But deliver us to turn right. Not left.
Amen.
Wow, the rain's really hard outside. It's making everything SO WET.
That's what SHE said
I don't get it.
Trust me honey, you don't want to get it.
Yeah, Liz just has a dirty, sick, twisted, disturbed mind.
I love me too, Grace.
Dude, call me.
-To the little kids- I love you.
-Back to the Marist guy on the phone- Call me!
OH, and by the way, Bus Surfing should be made a sport.
And Grace is going home to have red cordial and ice-cream.
Her poor mum.
We thought you were hyper enough...
I love you Grace.
My mind is amazing.
Who art a bus.
Hallowed be thy stairwell.
Thy Interchange come,
Thy emptiness will be done, on the seats as it is in the stairwell
Give us this trip, our daily gossip,
And forgive us for drawing a smiley face on the window in permanent marker
As we forgive the newbie bus drivers who take us the long way home.
And lead us not the wrong way home,
But deliver us to turn right. Not left.
Amen.
Wow, the rain's really hard outside. It's making everything SO WET.
That's what SHE said
I don't get it.
Trust me honey, you don't want to get it.
Yeah, Liz just has a dirty, sick, twisted, disturbed mind.
I love me too, Grace.
Dude, call me.
-To the little kids- I love you.
-Back to the Marist guy on the phone- Call me!
OH, and by the way, Bus Surfing should be made a sport.
And Grace is going home to have red cordial and ice-cream.
Her poor mum.
We thought you were hyper enough...
I love you Grace.
My mind is amazing.