There is no room, blad.I was waiting for my public transportation vessel, the thing that would whisk me away to my place of work.There is no room, blad. by NicolasSarkozy
Unfortunately as I got on to the bus all did not go as was expected.
A hungry leviathan laid betwixt me and the seat upon which I was going to sit upon.
When I enquired about taking up the currently forsaken space in the vehicle I was confronted with "There's no room, blad" quoth the chav, and so I had to stand. I would stand alone grasping on to a piece of upright metal hoping that the g forces of the world wouldn't pull me on to the floor as the vessel of destiny went round a roundabout.
Eventually I became weary of such a decision and so I beseeched them to fuck off.
Thusly he said on to me to do one mate.
Be thankful when you have room, blad.