I'm jumping in on this ride like "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

I'm jumping in on this ride like "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

But I also like coffee. I walked in the street because I just had to see whether she was still waiting to talk to me like I imagined her to be. My knee gave out and I keeled over o

nto my side. I never saw the bus coming. I woke 3 months later and there she was by the side of the bed, still very much a figment of my imagination. Alas, I was only a torso

and so could neither smile upon her, nor reach out to her, nor run and hide in shame. But she placed an imaginary finger where my lips should be saying, "no need to speak, my torso

knows, my love It knows." With an almost haunting sigh she tipped herself away from me, and I was powerless to stop her departure or pled for her to stay. Screaming inside I

dropped to my knees. A loud NOOO rend through the air. Ever since then I felt empty, lonely. I never married anyone again, then went to drinking and watching airplanes take off.

It was then I got a good idea. A DAMN good idea!! He'll, I had nothing to lose!! I got out my crafts bag, found some yarn, and crocheted a 747 jet.

Next thing I knew, the bus driver was hollering "End of the line!" and nudging me through the doors, just as I finished the fuselage. "You can remove me, but you can't stop my

heart from beating for love of God and Country!" The bus driver calmly grasped the taser from her belt and applied a jolt to my midsection. The last thing I heard was the siren...