its meatbag, your self-proclaimed #1 TL grill blogger. I believe I hold the title for most girl blogs ever written but anyway I digress. Right now I’m taking a mini break from the hell and torture that is school, and since I haven’t really been posting anything recently I decided to write a quick blog about the time that I met one of my best friends older sister let’s call her her. This is a tale, so wild and crazy, that it might just blow your socks off.
It all started one day while I was at home. I had just finished my gaming sesh, and I had to bus to the store to pick up some food and then head to work. As I bussed down to Lake City, I realized that today was a holiday and that all the busses would be on weird times. Instead of going shopping I realized that I was moderately screwed as the bus I needed to take to northgate came only once every hour. I quickly ditched shopping and channeled my inner Usain Bolt and transferred busses. In my haste I had caught the bus going the wrong direction. I scrambled to get off and I changed bus after bus to get to work on time.
I only had 20 minutes to get to work and I was desperate, however I was getting closer to my final destination. Exhausted I got on the final bus and sat in the front. Leaning back and closing my eyes.
I quickly opened my eyes and looked around ,THUDDDD!!! This old Indian lady while getting off the bus had tripped and fell down the stairs. There was blood flowing from her head and blood on the steps of the bus. I quickly got up to help her and made sure she didn’t move. Thankfully a nurse was on the bus and made sure she was alright. The fire department was called and as the firetruck came. A woman stepped off the bus, and that’s when I met her, It was only a glance but I could see the resemblance. It was my best friends older sister. Even though we never met I knew it was her. As the fire department came to the rescue. They made sure everyone was alright, and her thanked me for my quick response and help in managing the situation. The lady wasn’t soo badly injured that she needed to go the hospital. Since she lived close by, being the gentleman I am I held her arm and walked her home. Her thanked me, and before I could introduce myself her disappeared. Never to be seen again.
On the way home the lady thanked me for my help, and said that she must have mis-stepped or something because the next thing she knew she was on the ground. However I knew, yes I knew exactly what happened. For it was I who had tripped the old lady. Yes it was I meat-bag. This is the first time i’ve ever told anyone about this. But I meatbag tripped an old lady on the bus.
i find mouthy little old ladies intimidating... i don't know why... they just scare me. i'm more than a foot taller than this woman.. and she scares me.
On October 17 2015 07:59 JimmyJRaynor wrote: i find mouthy little old ladies intimidating... i don't know why... they just scare me. i'm more than a foot taller than this woman.. and she scares me.
I'm just here for the song. I actually have a bunch of The Seatbelt's songs on a playlist. Rush is probably one of favorites. Tank is of course an obvious amazing song .I also really like Bad Doggy No Biscuit, Piano Black, and Time to know~Be Waltz.
sometimes my father uses my black magick on me to induce vomiting spells where the world spins and a reincarnation process unfolds, metaphorically speaking. the most recent occurrence of this was a major epidemic because i was visiting the EAMC psych ward and my friend spex was there. but charles had just been to that psych ward a year earlier, and cast a venomous curse transforming the ward into a sith temple. therefore it was like harry potter where whatever spell has been recently cast will be repeated. since i had just experienced the vomiting spell, spex fell into an incontrollable spell of vomiting and threw up all his food.
then the would-be wife of charles came in. her name was miss betty and she was very flatulent for an old woman, pronounced episodes of flatulence in the hall ways. and she succumbed to the spell and i gave her a hug next to the sink as she threw up everything in her old stomach. she kept throwing up and it felt pretty sad to stand there unable to comfort miss betty as she threw up. ultimately i moved away from her and she didn't want to talk about charles at all, at all. the two had the same eyes. i left the ward before miss betty, and i have no idea what happened to her.
now my mom is in the icu with pneumonia and i hope she lives. i have been hopeful but i am losing hope. i am still hopeful but if she gets sick with another sickness while she's in the hospital already she'll probably die. but they're careful and i don't think that will happen.
being closest to miss betty when she was throwing up because of the vomiting spell is why i felt closest to an old woman. i hope ms. betty is still alive and that one day she is reunited with charles in a better place.
I didn't do it to look good for a girl... Her just happened to be a firefighter who showed up. Lady also tried to give me a cash as thanks for helping>.>
On October 19 2015 14:37 MysteryMeat1 wrote: I didn't do it to look good for a girl... Her just happened to be a firefighter who showed up. Lady also tried to give me a cash as thanks for helping>.>
If you took that cash, Lucifer himself wouldn't allow you to dwell any level of his Hells.
EPT
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