The time is November 2011, the city, Dublin. One man is spending an awful lot of time sitting on buses and in order to stop him having a bit of a breakdown, which could end violently for someone, he decided to write this.

Bus To Move is the commuting experiences for a month of Jayhaitch. To fully understand his motives for doing this nonsense you should probably read this first

Saturday, November 19, 2011

15A Nov 18th 8:35 Muji

Irish people talk utter shite at times. I know I'm somewhat of the pot here calling your kettle a vaccum of light, but at least I'm aware of my drivel. The way these guys behind me are talking you would imagine, no one had ever had a thought before. That said some of the thoughts these chuckleheads are sharing would have been better off drowned at inception.

One of them would have been to 'blag us in, no bother' to some VIP function while the other is 'strongly contemplating' not going to Poland for the European championship game between Ireland and Poland "coz I guarantee it will kick off." I should point out that the draw for the competition hasn't been made yet.

Now they are talking about retail opportunitys in rathmines. I've figured out who they remind me of. The deluded self important douchebags who want to be on the apprentice with bill cullen. They are smarter than everyone else except they are actually blow hard buffoons with bananas for brains. Oh god, he's talking about 'a fair few birds he scored.' YOU'RE AN ENORMOUS KNOBEND!!!

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