I once owned a bus, a short one with a lift in it. I sold it to a punk rocker from Montreal who'd never been to a dentist. He said he was going to live out of it. About six months later I was at a bar downtown and I saw what looked to be the bus parked out front of the city's only punk rock bar. I was painted black, had a big skull on the side, but on closer inspection it most definitely was once my bus. He had successfully converted it into his home, propane tanks and all.
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Do you ever wonder where your old cars are? i do
they get crunched up and turned into useful new things like computers and guns.
haha.
I once owned a bus, a short one with a lift in it. I sold it to a punk rocker from Montreal who'd never been to a dentist. He said he was going to live out of it. About six months later I was at a bar downtown and I saw what looked to be the bus parked out front of the city's only punk rock bar. I was painted black, had a big skull on the side, but on closer inspection it most definitely was once my bus. He had successfully converted it into his home, propane tanks and all.
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