My grandmother was an incredible gardener and bird lover. Her whole property was covered in beautiful flowers, birdbaths and feeders, trees- you name it. As it were, this also created a natural hunting ground for her neighborhood's cats, who particularly enjoyed posting up underneath this thicket of ferns near a…
I once fed a raccoon a pop tart while sitting at a bus stop. The dude just took pieces of it from my hand. That was a chill ass raccoon.
I'm not going to sit here and take shit from a Masshole driver. Florida drivers may do eccentric things, but driving in the Boston area is some thunderdome shit.
I hate that crap, don't lie to me.
I don't really have a bus horror story, amazing seeing as I used to ride the bus and trains around East Cleveland, but I have a great bus panhandling story from RTA. Typical panhandler asking people for money, says it's for food but it's not. Golden opportunity for me to step up when he asks me for money for food.
Bitches love a man with a good tooth.
Dodge Challenger, the official car of telling the rest of the world to go fuck itself.