Yesterday after work I was travelling home on the bus. Sitting on the upper deck, a fella gets on the bus, drunk off his tree, he attempts to get up the stairs of the bus but falls face first on the top step.
As he tries to readjust himself, he leans back and in the most comical manner falls backwards, in slow motion down the stairs of the bus. Seconds later, he has pulled himself back up and completed his journey to the top of the bus, swaggering from side to side on the way.
When he eventually finds a seat, it was directly behind me (fucking typical). In what I thought was him kicking the seat, I turned around to see that he had fallen asleep and his head was banging against the back of my seat as the bus was driving. The poor girl sitting on the window seat beside him wanted to get off the bus and after numerous attempts to get the dipso to move he finally awoke:
"Sorry, I need to get off the bus please."
"Courshe ye cann!" He shouts at the top of his voice as he stands up to let her off, holding on to the nearest seats, falling backwards:
"Whoopshedaishe!!!!"
He sat back in his seat and fell asleep again.
Christmas in Dublin has arrived.
He was also the spitting image of Glen Hansard.
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Maybe it was him, too much Czech beer.
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