Who would ever think of jumping out of a moving bus? You, you idiot!
Idiot Jumps Off Moving Bus, Leg Pulverized Under Wheel in Gruesome Scene
If I cry long enough, I am sure I will get a lot of sympathy and they will take me in a wonderful moving cart straight to the hospital.
finish the job and run him over. You'll be doing the gene pool a big favor.
For Christ sake learn how to use a video editor. We dont need 10 minutes of Indian cunts complaining. 1 minute 30 was ample.
Attention whore maybe he did it to get on disability thinking that will solve things for poor economy there
Brings back fond memories of that old 70's British comedy On The Buses, although in this case I suppose it should be Under The Buses...
Ok, next there is a loose, electric livewire nearby...hobble over and touch it.
Slip out the back, but the pavement’s slick,
Trip on the curb—now that’s a trick.
Hop through the doors before they’re wide,
Catch your sleeve, get dragged outside.
Leap from the step while it’s still in motion,
Test your balance, tempt the ocean
Of passing cars that rush on by—
A metal river, blink and die.
Climb through the window, headfirst plunge,
Hope the sidewalk breaks your lunge.
Ignore the driver’s shouted plea,
“Hey—this isn’t a stunt show, see?”
Miss the last step, twist your knee,
Gravity collects its fee.
Exit backwards, eyes closed tight,
Trust in chaos, not in sight.
Slide down the rail like it’s a game,
Burn your palms and earn some shame.
Carry too much, drop it all,
Trip on your bag and take the fall.
Jump to impress some stranger’s glance,
Botch the landing—end the dance.
Step in a puddle, deeper than thought,
Socks now soaked, regret is bought.
Rush the aisle, ignore the queue,
Collide with someone—now there’s two
Tangled limbs and scattered pride
Spilling out the bus’s side.
Exit mid-argument, storm away,
Miss the step in your display.
Text while walking, never look,
Write your ending like a book.
Let the door close on your frame,
Play a losing, painful game.
Drop your phone, reach too fast,
Forget the world is built to last
Exactly longer than your grip—
Down you go in one smooth slip.
Balance on one foot for flair,
Find there’s nothing holding there.
Tie your shoe on the final stair,
Meet the ground with airborne care.
Ignore the sign that says “Take care,”
As if it’s just for show, not wear.
Run for freedom, sprint to land—
Miss by inches, kiss the sand.
Wave goodbye without a glance,
Step off early—no second chance.
Follow someone way too close,
Trip on heels—down you go nose-first.
Carry coffee, steaming hot,
Spill it mid-step—burning plot.
Turn around to shout “I’m free!”
Forget the step—gravity.
Exit sideways, flair and spin,
Catch the pole—lose, don’t win.
Jump with joy at being done,
Land like you’ve forgotten how to run.
Skip the step for one big stride,
Find out why steps are supplied.
Rush the door before it’s clear,
Meet resistance—pain is near.
Push your luck with every move,
Physics doesn’t care for groove.
Fifty ways to make your mark—
All of them a little dark.
Five minutes to watch an Indian earthworm lying down; the best videos last barely 20 seconds.
Typical dipshit action from Tatti kumar Hindu pajeet retard subhuman...
Sandheep lost his lawsuit with Rajohani Bus Line. He didn’t have a leg to stand on.