Instructor bus

All the instructors and me riding in a bus. As expected, they love to raise a fuss. Walked on in towards the rear, found a booger on a seat. Damn bus be cruising, we complain to the driver, there is no heat.

Gregor driving not perfect, throw us all that's flawed. Right turn so hard his hat fell, damn the boy bald!

Looked over saw Mikey and Ryan. Fingers in the vent, "it is cold" that's what they be crying.

Cruising down the street in a two five, Gregor be driving, we makin it out alive? They say he is good at SMITH. All like the Loch Ness, Big foot. It's all a myth!

Mark locked out of the tablet he don't mind. Let me sleep my day doing it again tomorrow. Keep this on rewind.

Couldn't see nothing any way, Melinda's hair in the way. Is that brushed out? No way. Like a fraggle from fraggle rock. Wait. What? Is that hay?

Cruising down the street in a two five, Gregor be driving, we makin it out alive? They say he is good at SMITH. All like the Loch Ness, Big foot. It's all a myth! Like superior Bill, don't exist. That is an urban myth, urban myth.