re: Tales from the School Bus

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im sure a lot of posters rode the short bus

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*raises hand

I lived in country and the only bus that came that far out for the magnet school that I attended was the short bus

Saw and touched my first tit in the back seat of one of those magical yellow beasts! It was glorious. I was in junior high and she was a mature sophomore...

Round, milky, perky, supple, and the perfect size nipple. I'll remember it until the day I die.

I rode a few times with my cousins. There was a large young black woman that rode the bus. Everyone was terrified of her and she knew it. For whatever reason she took a strong liking to me and would sit next to me every time I was on the bus. Scared the crap out of me the first time. The faces on all the kids as she was doing this was priceless. We married and have two kids and are very happy together. The last part is a lie the rest is true.

I only rode the bus for middle School (grades 6-8). I used to use a disposable lighter to light the frayed bottoms of blue jeans pants legs on fire as the wearer walked up the aisle to exit the bus. Several times they would throw one or swats of the hand on the flame thinking it went out and a couple steps later it would flare up again. Stopped when one gal almost got burned as it seemed her pants would simply continue to flare. It's only funny as long as it's harmless.

I remember one that seemed like no big deal then but could be a huge deal today(rightfully so)

My junior high was a bit different as it was 7th through 9th grade. I didn't participate but I watched about 4-5 dudes joking around with this 1 girl, a 7th grader. She was somewhat popular, and tall for her age, and also well developed, if you will. And they "jokingly" had a struggle where they were trying and succeeded and ripping off her bra and keeping it.

I remember at the time not really knowing any better, not necessarily thinking it was a huge deal but i certainly knew it wasn't right. If that happens today, those 4-5 kids are catching serious hell, and again rightfully so.

Sorry, I didn't grow up in a trashy state where people dip and hunt. I don't even think we had a bus

So, you are 100% sure that not one person in the entire state hunted? Could you please tell me the name of this state?

My first bus driver was an old WWII vet who was missing his left hand and had one of those hooks that would open and close.

If you messed up he'd move you to the front seat across from him. He kept a 2' piece of broom handle with a 4' piece of garden hose on the end of it. If you were in that front seat and messed up again. He'd grab that broom/garden hose (driving with the hook hand) and wear your little arse out. Needless to say there was very little frickery on his bus.

He was killed in an accident when I was in about 4th grade or so. After that a pretty good looking mom drove until I stopped riding the bus when I was 14. She was not nearly as bad as Mr. Barnett. About the wildest thing I knew of going on though is after most other kids had got off and the bus was about empty, my GF would let me finger bang her until she got off the bus.

(And yes, I'll freely admit this was pretty much what I did the rest of the way home)

Mr Smith allowed 0 tomfoolery on the 1347D.

In like 1990 someone threw a golf ball out the bus and busted a windshield of an oncoming car.

Everyone knew who did it, but no one ever ratted him out.