deoderant, beer and boobs

The students are returning to my little town. The peace and quiet I have come to love is coming to a bad-driving, frat-boy thriving, bars filled with girls wearing too little clothing, coffee shop loitering, blinding, screeching,hipster-turn-wanna-be-hippy halt. Everyone is texting across the table, while trying to hold a conversation where “he was all…” and “she was like…” then “he was all..” and “like oh my gawd, she totally yelled at him.”

Whatever! I need another FD35.

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About Sars

I am the full time rider/conductor of the Bi-Polar Express (2.oh!) Welcome to my ride. Please keep hands and feet inside the pretty pink car at all times, for your safety of course. Rose colored glasses are not only encouraged, but required.

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