Lesbo Stalker 246 ride of hell
The time was 7:29am and the 246 was pulling up. (I think I should just dedicate this blogspot to the 246?)
Her eyes met mine amongst the drizzle of the falling rain.
I searched quickly for Miska...."Where are you bus buddy, my little mischievous partner in fare evasion crime...."
But Miska was no where to be seen.
After purchasing my ticket I felt her eyes on me. I looked up from the ground to notice she was angry.
This lady doesn't have a name, no. But you might recall a couple of blogs ago, the Miska fanatic.....Yesssssssh, this is she.
So I sit down and turn my pod dog up louder, she's still looking at me, her nostril's flaring.....The tension on the bus is growing thick.
Finally, I lifted my gaze in her direction, put my hands to my temples and began making crazie person gestures at her, all the while screaming NNNNNNNEEEERH!
She jumped up from her chair, the chair usually occupied by Miska and jelkie, and ran towards me, arms outstretched screaming RRRRRRRAAHHHHHHHH!
"Oh fuck me! This chicks a crazie....." I yelled out to everyone, anyone, someone - more of a plea to help then a statement....
She tackled me, rolled me to the floor and began punching me in my shoulders (?)
"What the fuck are you doing?" Screamed the bus driver, and I'm thinking..."FINALLY! someone's gonna help me!"
The 246 pulls up mid traffic on the Hoddle and everyone's all crowded round like this is some type of school yard fight. They finally peel the crazie woman off me and ask her what her dealio is.
"She stole my girlfriend from me!" she shreeks "Her! Her! Her! She stole her and now she's gone forever!"
"What the fizzle is yo gizzle woman?" I ask while wiping my shoulders clean....
"The girl, the girl you sit with. I LOVE HER AND NOW SHE'S GONE!" she says in between sobs.... "She's not here today, where did you put her?"
"I tied her up in my dungeon....What the hell are you talking about? Miska missed the bus you freak!" I explain as matter of factly as I could.
"But, but....I love her." She whimpers from her pie hole, cowardly looking up. The sun beating down one side of her face, only to reveal that the mascara she applied onto her lashes just hours before, had begun to wilter away....just as her soul had also begun to.
Suddenly the cops pull up and take the girl away.
Hours later there is a report that comes across the wireless.."Crazie Lesbian Stalker escapes from Chalmsford Mental Institution......Leaves note vowing to find her Miska."
This story is proudly sponsored by the letter C and the number 4
Loves it Miska
PS: News just in!
Miska caught the early bus today and the stalker WAS ACTUALLY on it.
Is this story unfolding truths before our very eyes? Only time will tell.
Acid monkey
Her eyes met mine amongst the drizzle of the falling rain.
I searched quickly for Miska...."Where are you bus buddy, my little mischievous partner in fare evasion crime...."
But Miska was no where to be seen.
After purchasing my ticket I felt her eyes on me. I looked up from the ground to notice she was angry.
This lady doesn't have a name, no. But you might recall a couple of blogs ago, the Miska fanatic.....Yesssssssh, this is she.
So I sit down and turn my pod dog up louder, she's still looking at me, her nostril's flaring.....The tension on the bus is growing thick.
Finally, I lifted my gaze in her direction, put my hands to my temples and began making crazie person gestures at her, all the while screaming NNNNNNNEEEERH!
She jumped up from her chair, the chair usually occupied by Miska and jelkie, and ran towards me, arms outstretched screaming RRRRRRRAAHHHHHHHH!
"Oh fuck me! This chicks a crazie....." I yelled out to everyone, anyone, someone - more of a plea to help then a statement....
She tackled me, rolled me to the floor and began punching me in my shoulders (?)
"What the fuck are you doing?" Screamed the bus driver, and I'm thinking..."FINALLY! someone's gonna help me!"
The 246 pulls up mid traffic on the Hoddle and everyone's all crowded round like this is some type of school yard fight. They finally peel the crazie woman off me and ask her what her dealio is.
"She stole my girlfriend from me!" she shreeks "Her! Her! Her! She stole her and now she's gone forever!"
"What the fizzle is yo gizzle woman?" I ask while wiping my shoulders clean....
"The girl, the girl you sit with. I LOVE HER AND NOW SHE'S GONE!" she says in between sobs.... "She's not here today, where did you put her?"
"I tied her up in my dungeon....What the hell are you talking about? Miska missed the bus you freak!" I explain as matter of factly as I could.
"But, but....I love her." She whimpers from her pie hole, cowardly looking up. The sun beating down one side of her face, only to reveal that the mascara she applied onto her lashes just hours before, had begun to wilter away....just as her soul had also begun to.
Suddenly the cops pull up and take the girl away.
Hours later there is a report that comes across the wireless.."Crazie Lesbian Stalker escapes from Chalmsford Mental Institution......Leaves note vowing to find her Miska."
This story is proudly sponsored by the letter C and the number 4
Loves it Miska
PS: News just in!
Miska caught the early bus today and the stalker WAS ACTUALLY on it.
Is this story unfolding truths before our very eyes? Only time will tell.
Acid monkey
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