I’ve seen a lot on NYC subways. 2 guys hauling a refrigerator. A woman with open oozing sores and the girl next to her eating French fries slathered in ketchup. Multiple masks. Asshats doing cartwheels down the aisles or some other jerky dance moves. Guys jerking off. So glad those commuter days are over.
Even the other (what I assume to be) regular commuters are lookin at the woman with the chopping board in a “WHAT THE FUCK?!?” manner. The guy eating chicken is the best.
At the center of the galaxy is a giant black hole that sucks in any matter that passes near it and destroys it by reducing it to tendrils of fermions and bosons infinitely thin and infinitely long; but if I could be young again, and afford it, I’d damn well live in the city at the center of the galaxy.
It also reminds me of my first marriage. My ex’s attorney’s Beamer had a General Products hull; it was a bear to wash, which I did for a year as part of the settlement. The black-body curves just wouldn’t buff out of either the car or the attorney.
Wow.
I’ve seen a lot on NYC subways. 2 guys hauling a refrigerator. A woman with open oozing sores and the girl next to her eating French fries slathered in ketchup. Multiple masks. Asshats doing cartwheels down the aisles or some other jerky dance moves. Guys jerking off. So glad those commuter days are over.
OK, the guy eating chicken has to be the best…..so much better than if he was pursuing his hobby.
I have no words…
People are fascinating. Horrifyingly so.
In a train wreck sort of way.
Even the other (what I assume to be) regular commuters are lookin at the woman with the chopping board in a “WHAT THE FUCK?!?” manner. The guy eating chicken is the best.
Just yesterday, a very unattractive transvestite/transgender/dude dressed as a woman sat next to me and clipped and filed his nails.
At the center of the galaxy is a giant black hole that sucks in any matter that passes near it and destroys it by reducing it to tendrils of fermions and bosons infinitely thin and infinitely long; but if I could be young again, and afford it, I’d damn well live in the city at the center of the galaxy.
jtb
That’s yer Swarzchild radius in action.
And if you happen to be in a spacecraft – even a General Products hull – neglect the tides at your peril.
It also reminds me of my first marriage. My ex’s attorney’s Beamer had a General Products hull; it was a bear to wash, which I did for a year as part of the settlement. The black-body curves just wouldn’t buff out of either the car or the attorney.
jtb
I think that’s Stephen King doing yoga.
Guessing “rich white n#gga” lost a bet of some sort.
That was my guess, too.