Tram Number 9: trinnnnng trinnn ringgg ringg brum brum brrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum
Me (in the Morning): Oh no now i have only 20 minutes left till im at my work.
Me (in the Afternoon): Ah yes i can finally get the fuck home.
It’s when you ride a chairlift and forget how to count. But not before swapping the seaman of a retired school teacher with a Coors lightbottle cap and a straw.
The guy posted an article about himself
claiming to be a record tram run holder, but id call him more of a tram legend.
– Hey, u see that guy? I'm almost 100% sure he's not sleeping—he closed his eyes and lie head down when he saw the other guy getting inside and approaching him.
– Classic, tram potato.