Bumhole Bus Journeys: Part 1

Monday: Today the bus drove up a giant man’s bumhole. I didn’t see it coming because I was sitting on a backwards seat. The first indication I had that something about the bus journey was slightly unusual was when it all went dark and it smelled like farm country (you know, the smell of very large quantities of defecation-matter spread around lovingly and purposefully). But the giant man had a nasty dose of steak & Guinness fuelled constipation, so the bus crashed into a giant “brick”. It was carnage! Especially for those passengers engaged in open-mouth screaming at the moment of impact with the constipation-brick-event-horizon.

(Monday’s story was inspired by the cobbler on the bus.)


Read the next instalment of the thrilling five-part saga “Bumhole Bus Journeys”

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