The 69 Bus

This bloke, can't remember his name, and

I am sick and tired of writing sketches about some blokes whom I can not remember their names!
Who cares? Not me. They all tend to die. Fucking wasters.

Ahh, such power - to dictate the life and death of no one that never existed.

So..anyway- this bloke, is standing at a cross road wanting to cross it but he was cross because he had just been fired for being a lazy bastard,

He starts to cross. he has ear phones up his nose as being deaf - that was the only way he could sniff some vibes.

And?
Just like all previous sketches, he gets fucking wasted by the number 69 bus to Trafalgar Queers.