Exercise In Style - 80's Vernacular

It was 'bout chow time on a sunny day in June. I just finished dubbing a bangin' Max Headroom episode on my last bootleg tape, but was runnin' late. I booked it solo just in time to hang a ride on the S-Bus. The bus was jam-packed with mall-maggots, posers and tinkerbillies. The kind that would make most dudes ralph. One in particular. Some morph-necked, hoser-hairdog had a bad day and was shoving his way around the bus. I don't know what his problem was, he was wiggin' out trying to get a seat. When he pushed past me I shoulda' snuffed 'em one for bein' such a wastoid, but I didn't feel like dealin' wid an eye jammy problem.

Few hours later, BAM! There he was again. This time with his spangler talking about buttons or some shit. What a loser. I totally needed a freddy.