once upon a time...

ah john was on his way to work. it so happened that the ferry service not available that particular day, so he had to make the journey the long and cumbersome way of switching 3 different buses.

ah john took bus #1 and went about his way, hopping over to bus #2 at the right stop. complaining to no1 in particular abt wat dreary shit might be waiting in store for him at the workplace, he climbed onto bus #3 and settled into a seat by the window.

because of the draggy ride ahead, ah john tried to while away the time by flipping the pages of this particular stale excuse of a FBI book. somewhere along the way, he was distracted by the shadows of the trees bumping past him. he looked up and found himself to be in unfamiliar territory. thinkin that he got on the wrong bus, he hastily alighted and went over to the other side of the road to get back to the bus-stop, and to get on the correct bus.

he got his way and made the return journey.

it was only into the 2nd stop on the return joruney when ah john realised that the bus he had alighted frm earlier on was the correct 1 afterall.

conclusion: ah john is a blur cock, and a fat one at that.