Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Green Line

How come every morning on my way to work, Minister Coleman is on my train, trying to collect money for Christian something outreach. He loves unsuccessfully collecting money from the same people every day. He should probably mix it up a little. Also, maybe if he had almond M&Ms instead of peanut ones I would give him a dollar sometime.

The guy next to me today smelled like sewage. Wonderful. The best part was that I didn't notice until his cell phone rang and he started talking on it. So I guess it was actually his breath that smelled like sewage. That's so great. It's also really great when the train smells like piss. I wonder if someone actually pulled out their dick and pissed on the train or if someone pissed their pants and then got on the train. Either way.

Blind item: One time I had a roomate that ate a bunch of pills and then pissed all over their own bed. They didn't even wake up, and slept in their own piss for the whole night. And it wasn't Jessica and it wasn't ET. Wait, this blind item sucks, it was obviously Dan Ely.

Also on the train, not as gross as sewage man, but almost. This lady on the train had this purse that was supposed to look like the Louis Vuitton murakami rainbow bag but instead of just getting a cheap knockoff like everyone else on the green line, this woman had purchased the XOXO version, which instead of LV says XO all over it. But the best part about it was that the purse was also made out of that jelly material. Hands down the tackiest thing on the train, which is saying alot as I was on the green line, after all.
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