Look at my pants!
It's like I just got off work at the swass factory. Oh, and at this so called "factory of swass", they give you Gmail accounts. Which you use for mail. Though not the really important stuff, since
Also, just because your leg is broken, you don't need to freaking scream into your cell phone on the bus. You ruined a perfectly good bus-riding experience. On a new bus. With stop buttons (in addition to the normal stop cords)!