Yeah, you...disgusting man on the T who's picking his ears and flicking the earwax hither and yon. If that shit lands on the pretzel I'm eating, YOU'RE GOING DOWN. Be prepared. And buy some fucking q-tips and use them. AT HOME.
Paul, so far I'm loving Boston and traveling there (NOT driving, of course), I'm used to a different standard, having grown up in a rather gritty part of Berlin in the Eighties...
Matt, you would only have to look menacingly at the miscreant to get him to quit. ;)
7 comments:
Um. http://www.reactionface.info/sites/default/files/images/1311948270220.jpg
Yeah, it was gross. I was very much "WTF?!"
He better believe it!
I know what kind of pain you can inflict when you're being NICE!
I don't wanna see what you can do when you're pissed!
YUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Since I no longer *need* to go to Boston, it's worth paying the ridiculous parking fees. The T is a leper colony on wheels.
I'm kind of vocal and direct about my displeasure in such circumstances. "It's not okay for you to excrete here."
Paul, so far I'm loving Boston and traveling there (NOT driving, of course), I'm used to a different standard, having grown up in a rather gritty part of Berlin in the Eighties...
Matt, you would only have to look menacingly at the miscreant to get him to quit. ;)
Post a Comment