You know what's fun? Going to BU grad school at night, getting out of class while people are leaving Red Sox games, and being crammed into a green line car with 200 people on my dick yelling to eachother "PARK STREET? WE GET OFF AT PARK STREET? THIS ONE'S COPLEY. TWO MORE STOPS TILL PARK STREET. NO...NO...ARLINGTON, THEN BOYLSTON.... YEAH THEN PARK STREET. SO YEAH THREE MORE. THREE IF YOU COUNT PARK STREET. SO WE WANT PARK STREET. THEN IT'S BRAINTREE FROM THERE. YEAH BRAINTREE ON THE RED LINE... FROM PARK STREET."
I was taking backroads, but I didn't know there was a fag game on so I came into comm ave and it was too late. the only thing I could do is go along the backside of BU and sometimes those roads are blocked by idiots
