Final Call for The Bus!

Is there a seat in back for little old Johnny Jingo... he'll need to get out of the country for awhile.

But I want to sit up the back!

Ok, as long as you make room for me I promise not to talk about the little chat we had about the photos.

Well, if Jingo Johhny AND Rat Reith are both going to be on the bus, i think we should make room for a suicide bomber!

The two Stamper brothers are each one of the ways I think I am

Who's the engine driver?

The cop yanks the bus over to the side and he starts going through a kind of traffic-safety inspection of the big gross bus, while more and more of the smoke is billowing out of the woods. Man, the license plate is on wrong and there's no light over the license plate and this turn signal looks bad and how about the brakes, let's see that hand brake there. Cassady, the driver, is already into a long monologue for the guy, only he is throwing in all kinds of sirs: "Well, yes sir, this is a Hammond bi-valve serrated brake, you understand sir, had it put on in a truck ro-de-o in Springfield, Oregon, had to back through a slalom course of baby's bottles and yellow nappies, in the existential culmination of Oregon, lots of outhouse freaks up there, you understand, sir, a punctual sort of a state sir, yes sir, holds to 28,000 pounds, 28,000 pounds, you just look right here, sir, tested by a pure-blooded Shell Station attendant in Springfield, Oregon, winter of '62, his gumball boots never froze, you understand sir, 28,000 pounds hold right here - " Whereupon he yanks back on the hand-brake as if it's attached to something, which it isn't, it is just dangling there, and jams his foot on the regular brake, and the bus shudders as if the hand brake has a hell of a bite,

@Anonymous And what way would that be dear?