human spaghetti
Really? I mean… REALLY?
I can only hope this photo accurately represents how f-ing crowded it was on the train. Look at the hand at the bottom. Barely able to hold on as the train hurtles away from a brighter tomorrow.
Seriously dude. Seriously. Move.
Oh yeah, this guy probably promises to let your dog out while your gone, forgets and then half-assed-ly attempts to clean up the mess in the hopes you don’t notice. But you do. And he never brings it up. 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.
Excuse me. Pardon me. Excuse me.
He doesn’t care how many people he has to elbow as they try to get by him to board the train. This is his spot. He’s not moving. And he’s getting his picture taken.
I have a special kind of anger for this person and was just hoping that the train would slam on the brakes and send this guy flying. Alas, not this time.
Oh yeah, this guy probably fancies himself quite a catch and is probably Googling how to get on that blind-date-in-the-dark reality show…which he will lose. Ass.
Bless you...ass
Not enough that the train is packed to the gills and you’re leaning on the goddamn pole? How about if you wipe your snot all over the place? Great. Now our day can begin.
Side note: I ran into Ben, a friend, last night at a show/party and he mentioned something about the lack of updates on the site. Well, I do apologize. I’ve been leaving for work a little later for some reason and I miss a lot of the morning rush hour PLDs.
I’m going to make a serious effort to get my ass back on the trains in the thick of the assholery. Thanks, Ben! In the meantime, and I know I keep beating this into the ground, you can contribute. Just send yo stuff to sendtopld@gmail.com.
Oh yeah, this guy probably got sucker-punched by a homeless guy…twice… the other day. Oh wait… that was me. Ass.
Take a bath jerk
Hey buddy. No one gives a crap that you were at Pitchfork. Put your arm down and rip that thing off finally. This is the equivalent of the freind that went skiing ONCE and still has the lift tag on their North Face jacket. Blech.
Oh yeah, for real… this guy smelled like ass. Take a bath and take that wristband off. Ass.