Cooked Buns

I was taking the bus back home from work, and sat at the last seat besides the window because it's quite crowded. The engine or motor (or whatever) behind the seats was so damn hot. The aircon was blowing in my face (ah...so cooling), but my butt was warmer than a prata that was just been served (argh...so hot~!).

So cool...so hot. So cool...so hot.

Boy, I think if I sat another 10 mins after I alighted I would had burn a hole in my jeans. And my right butt cheek was halfway numb throughout the journey walking home from the bus stop.

Think that seat should be ban at all times man. If they don't do that at least they should put a fire extinguisher next to it, you never know whose butt is on the line. We should protest at the interchange and post up banners that read "Save Our Buttocks", "No to Cooked Buns" and yell out "Hot butts equal itchy backside~!!!!!!" through the loud speakers. We have the rights to protect our bottoms you know~!!!( Sorry guys, too much American shows...)... or there is another alternative for me beside protesting and screaming my lungs out.

I can just jolly well change where I sit next time.