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BigBen · 02-17-2005, 09:29 AM

1993: Basic Training:
1. Showing up to Battle School, we were not even off the bus yet. A pleasant looking guy (in uniform, I had no idea what his rank was yet)got on the bus and slowly made his way to the back, pausing frequently to ask individuals if they had a nice trip, how they were feeling, et cetera. At the instant he arrived to the very back of the Greyhound, he exploded. I mean he just snapped.
“GET THE FUCK OFF OF THIS BUS!” he roared, veins popping out of his neck, his face past the red stage and into the purple.
We paused, wondering what could possibly have possessed someone to turn from nice guy to bad guy so quickly. The pause was short lived and survival instinct kicked in. We got the fuck off of that bus. At least we tried. Unbeknownst to us, there was an accomplice at the front door to the bus who was screaming “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? YOU AREN”T GETTING OFF HERE! GET BACK ON THE BUS!” The ensuing sardine-can / doggy pile was funny only to the two ring-masters.

02-17-2005, 09:29 AM	#2 (permalink)
BigBen Comedian Location: Use the search button	1993: Basic Training: 1. Showing up to Battle School, we were not even off the bus yet. A pleasant looking guy (in uniform, I had no idea what his rank was yet)got on the bus and slowly made his way to the back, pausing frequently to ask individuals if they had a nice trip, how they were feeling, et cetera. At the instant he arrived to the very back of the Greyhound, he exploded. I mean he just snapped. “GET THE FUCK OFF OF THIS BUS!” he roared, veins popping out of his neck, his face past the red stage and into the purple. We paused, wondering what could possibly have possessed someone to turn from nice guy to bad guy so quickly. The pause was short lived and survival instinct kicked in. We got the fuck off of that bus. At least we tried. Unbeknownst to us, there was an accomplice at the front door to the bus who was screaming “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? YOU AREN”T GETTING OFF HERE! GET BACK ON THE BUS!” The ensuing sardine-can / doggy pile was funny only to the two ring-masters.