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Wake up, sleepypants. J.H., a concerned citizen on the Purple Line caught our friend here taking a load off. Any words for us?
“Purple line seat hogging dbag on this morning’s rush hour.”
That would be October 5th’s rush hour, to be exact. Yep. Still getting through the back log, folks.
Thanks again J.H.! Keep ‘em coming.
Oh yeah, this guy probably dressed inappropriately to his nephew’s christening. Ass.
Sweating Gravy
Our next product of considerate parenting comes to us from our old pal “Foolhunter.” Let’s hear all the nice things he has to say about this so-called-human-being:
“Just when you thought the Klumps were a distant memory, this couch of a woman buried the pole in backfat while blocking the aisle with her flabby gut. She blocks other passengers just like cholesterol blocks her arteries. Do us all a favor and walk next time, fat-ass.”
Insensitive? Yeah, probably most definitely. Did it make me laugh? Guilty.
I gotta wonder what her hand is doing near her face here? Digging for treasure. Lord, I hope so. BTW, we’re totally into The Biggest Loser TV show here. That doesn’t really have anything to do with anything. I’m just sayin’.
Oh yeah, she probably buys all your presents at Dominick’s and then turns her nose up at getting a gift with a Marshall’s gift receipt. Ass.
I dunno. I kinda like it.
Ok. I know it’s been a while. But we’re back. Let’s get right to it…
This one comes from…well we’ll call him “N.W.” Let’s hear his story:
“Like any guy in the right state of mind is going to attempt to grasp this pole… Out of fear of having their pole grabbed! Oh, by the way, nice fucking purse. ”
I’m down with harshness, N.W. I think we’re all aware of that. However, I gotta admit. I’m kinda diggin’ the bag there. It’s goddamn hypnotic, I tells ya.
Ok, thanks N.W. for sending this one in. My apologies for the delays. I’ve been a little busy. Everybody, I’m gonna have fresh stuff to post from now on. Get ready!
Oh yeah, this guy probably didn’t even know that we’ve been gone for like months. Ass.