I was on the bus this morning and I saw a MadMug. The creature had jumped on the face of a bus driver and set up house-keeping. It was a full grown madmug with ugly to burn and all the symptoms. The way Hell-no was firmly situated on the forehead. The way her lips spoke a curse without ever moving. The way her whole body language had stopped trying to communicate anything other than “Gotdammit, I’ll bite you.
Sadly the very symptoms of the affliction make the cure almost impossible to obtain. To cure this bus driver and make the morning commute a happier experience for all involved would take one person one minute to complete. And it’s free. And it’ll never happen.
This bitch needs a hug.
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