As The Metrobus Turns: Really? Edition

You know, loyal readers, nothing that happens on Metrobus should surprise me by now. Amidst the soon-to-be-pulverised douches who can't turn the volume down on their MP3 players (see my Twitter feed, @lansdellicious, for more on that) comes the occasional gem of human idiocy like the girl sitting 2 rows behind me right now, loudly discussing transactions of an illicit nature on her cellphone.

"She ask me how many I had right and I told her I could sell her like 50 and she was like how much so I told her like 200 so she gimme 100 then and 100 she said she's gonna gimme today. No b'y she's bes' kind, she's straight up I knows that. Well that's my last 50 and I only got 3 ounces left too so we needs to hook up. Love you too."

Never an undercover narc around when you need one...

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