HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN
The train was crowded this morning. Not catching the 7.30am train anymore. You know what's worse than a middle-aged mans crotch in your face for an hour? When his hands can't be accounted for. And to make matters worse there was a SEXY girl across from me, but I couldn't talk to her because there was a wall of crotches. Smelly crotches. "Just move!" you say, well I can tell you, that was not possible. No room whatsoever. HOORAY!
You know those trains in India that are REALLY crowded. Yeah. That.
IESSO
7 comments:
You're actually listening to the garbage that colin is going on with. BORING.
I love myself
I'd kill for a pint
Spamming comments boxes is lame
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Fuck off it's not me
Don't be angry. It's all in the name of love. I'll make you a mix tape.
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