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 03/09/11(Wed)08:53 No.4220516>>4220478 Here, forgot this story, bare with me.
  This
 happened last year at Anime Evolution. I was waiting at the UBC bus 
stop at around midnight. There were a couple asian dudes and a cute girl
 I was trying to look cool for by doing absolutely nothing. A drunk guy 
told me to take my hands out of my pockets, asking how I was going to 
accept love with my hands hidden. I promised never to put my hands in my
 pockets again, which offended him. He demanded I grew up, to which I 
inwardly responded that he was 40 and drunk at a University campus, but I
 digress.
  A few blocks down, around 12 drunk English girls hopped
 on the bus and began singing every 90s top 40 hit they could remember. I
 was sitting near the front writing shit down in a journal because I'm 
homosexual in that way. They took notice and demanded I write down every
 single one of their names and add them on Facebook. I joked around with
 them, playing along, while exchanging perturbed glances with the 
aforementioned cute girl, who avoided all eye contact. Presumably, she 
wanted to avoid being dragged in.
  They were singing so loudly 
that the bus driver feared for the safety of driving at his typical 
speed, and a 40 minute drive downtown turned into an hour. Once they 
finally got off, cute girl turns to me and goes "OH MY GOD." We chat for
 a while about how ridiculous it was. The bus stalls on the way to my 
stop. I check my watch and realize I'm going to miss the last bus home 
across the Lion's Gate Bridge - about a three hour walk to my house. I 
get off and sprint, but to no avail.
  I ended up having to call a 
bro to see if he could get up and pick me up downtown. A 20 minute drive
 for him, then 20 minutes to my house, then another 20 minutes back 
home. The bro did it and didn't ask for any thanks in return - because 
he's a bro.  |