Dropping the other f-bomb
Last Saturday night, I left Patrick’s to join the throng in the bank parking lot and wait for the GusBus to arrive. I met up with my boyfriend, who was standing in line at the open door of the bus. He looked slightly disgruntled; I found out why immediately after the doors shut. As we pushed farther back into the packed bus, the Gustie directly … Continue reading Dropping the other f-bomb