BUSRIDE

By Chelsea Biondolillo

“I don’t mind living there, except it’s full of old people. I’m 87, but I don’t feel old. They make me feel old.”

“I said get your ass down from there. Sit. Down.”

“Well, I like her a great deal. But I don’t know how to tell her. I listen to her all the time. I know listening’s important. She’s having a hard time with this guy she used to date.”

“I would have been there, but my old lady’s ovary dissolved, man. So I’ve been hanging around the house.”

“I mean it. Who wants a punch in the dick, huh?”

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