tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post4347911589758670411..comments2023-10-30T03:41:11.908-04:00Comments on BigRingCircus: Get on the BusJuanchohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-64143806120080635602010-08-24T12:44:13.235-04:002010-08-24T12:44:13.235-04:00What I remember is little juancho and big sister w...What I remember is little juancho and big sister wanting to see the movie Smokey and the Bandit and arguing that the profanity in the movie was nothing that they hadn't heard on the school bus. As I recall, I yielded, we saw the movie and laughed till we cried at Jackie Gleason with the toilet paper stuck in his sunglasses. I don't remember any of the profanity and I doubt that Jauncho or his sister remember any of it as well.The Bald Fiddlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09912950889679059158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-83228950290910067702010-08-23T15:15:57.735-04:002010-08-23T15:15:57.735-04:00No rhythmic chanting, but a lot of Van Halen and M...No rhythmic chanting, but a lot of Van Halen and Motley Crue blaring from ghetto blasters carried by dirt-stache growing, red necks. <br /><br />I remember being nervous when I was younger, and relieved to be out of class when I was older. <br /><br />I remember watching cute girls that I never had the guts to talk to, as they worked their way down the aisle to the exit.BIGWORMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01402622780492354683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-21261027856935852862010-08-23T15:08:30.350-04:002010-08-23T15:08:30.350-04:00Hot bus, fans blowing, slow rocking of the greasy ...Hot bus, fans blowing, slow rocking of the greasy padded seat for an hour, right to sleep, almost every time. Radio on Fridays.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-75147275675564983922010-08-23T13:18:38.726-04:002010-08-23T13:18:38.726-04:004 square is still in effect.4 square is still in effect.reverend dickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-40040174340724754142010-08-23T13:17:02.765-04:002010-08-23T13:17:02.765-04:00I am guessing you suffered from a dearth of Africa...I am guessing you suffered from a dearth of African-American culture on your bus.Juanchohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01283672346601878803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12203828.post-68980498705904656842010-08-23T12:05:59.587-04:002010-08-23T12:05:59.587-04:00I rode the bus. Nobody fun was on my bus, compared...I rode the bus. Nobody fun was on my bus, compared to your bus. I don't remember anyone singing, stomping or chanting. I remember grumpy drivers, stinky feet, cracked vinyl seats and dirty open windows. My memory is desperately wanting to get OFF the bus.nicolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634572672852445923noreply@blogger.com