piss & vinegar

yet another reason to love public transit: a short chubby guy with mutton-chop whiskers gets on the train at my stop. & what a lovely odour wafts behind him: fooker must bathe in vinegar! the stench is overpowering. especially bad news when the train is crowded & there are few options on where to sit—preferably want to be as far from mr pickled as possible, like in the next coach or the next train ...

bloated bint

two ton tess in a white & black checked hoodie with fake blood splats, bulbous jowls with several piercings through its cakehole (ain't those things supposed to go through your earlobes?), the enormous sailcloth of black trousers still insufficient to hide the grotesque whale tail of its unmentionables ...

... to see such a thing first thing in the morning, before the stomach has even settled down—cruel fate & public transit, eh?

gets better: its male counterpart got on a few stops later; another bloated mass, stinking of perfume, weirdly coloured hair (a particularly nasty shade favoured by japanese kids who wannabe blonde), a fringe of beard under its jowls, & a marilyn manson transfer from a dismantled t-shirt attached to the back of its jacket with studs.

oooooo!

fooking hate public transit! almost worse than driving ...

mickey mouse wav

bizarre what search strings lead to my domain(s). you're looking for the mouse and you click on a link that says,

111kb mickey.wav are you taking the mickey out of me? 33kb mickey.ogg ...... a mickey mouse watch, the remains of a small boiled chicken, and a lifesize ...

are you kidding? or just illiterate?

laugh-a while you can, monkey boy!

got to watch a spotty-faced teenaged fashion git waddling about the tram station platform. he had a wispy little beard & wore a white w/gold speckles hoodie. the crotch of his jeans were below the knees. he could only walk by moving the lower part of his legs; the upper was mostly immobilized. why anyone would willingly become a toulouse-lautrec clone ...

what a stunned monkey boy!