Journeys Along the Red River
And you really can’t blame me after this. Or, I guess, if you’ve ever sat in the back of a bus.
I’m guessing it’s blood coming from that grocery bag, but feel free to enlighten me with your theories.
Your place to share stories on and off the bus.
I always tell myself “melting cherry popsickle” when I see stuff like that.
Meat juice or fish blood?
That seemed most likely, yeah. It didn’t make it un-gross, but still.