I love when happy-go-stupid people step off the subway like they're getting off the Monorail @ Disney. I'm sorry, this is NOT the Magic Kingdom, The Contemporary Resort, the Transportation & Ticket Center, The Polynesian, OR the Grand Floridian. This is 42nd Street. We've all been working 8-9 hours. We look more like Disney employees at the end of the day, ready to strangle you.
I kind of...really...don't want to be on this train right now. Maybe w/ fewer hooligans and more space and less light nad a friend or two, but right now i'm not liking this particular train car. Maybe I should get a dog or something.
"The 3 o'clock slump has met it's match"
*picture of peanut*
maybe it's me...but a peanut doesn't get me thorugh that slump. perhaps American's Peanut Famers should look into growing fruit snacks...or carrots...or wine grapes...or margaritas.
"please keep an eye out for suspicious persons"
um...this is New York...that bandana'd white woman with a conway bag looks suspicious.
You're wearing a Krispy Kreme shirt and carrying a Whole Foods bag. Disparity?
Geez. Got tight jeans? your pants rival the lestat breeches.
There's a man on this local...black..about 50...see-thru shirt...singing a Diana Ross song...in Diana Ross' key.
Recompensa de $1,000 para informacion de qualquier persona en POSESION ILEGAL DE UN ARMA DE FUEGO. Direct translation: person who owns an arm of fire. Didn't they have one of those on Buffy Season 3?
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