Peter Pan's a b*tch

Earlier today, I took a busride. It was a comfortable ride, with me taking a nap at the back of the bus. Until three girls, no older than 10 years, decided it was fun to jump around the bus and make a ruckus. Bleedin' frickin' irksome. I wanted to wring their necks and tell them to shut the f*ck up. I was never half as bad as them when I was a kid. Although my mum did tell tales of my jumping off dining tables pretending to be a baby dragon. That's absurd, I was a real dragon.