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Discussion in 'General Chat' started by patrickBOOTH, Nov 18, 2011.
Not worth finding out.
If Camden, NJ had a vineyard I would not drink the wine. Probably gang blood in it.
Everytime I hear the word "Croc" I think of "Crocodile Face" the phenomenon where vagina juice dries on your face after a meal.
Yeah, you wouldn't know, beardo.
I haven't always had this beard, you know. Whippersnapper.
thought I'd put this here
rear-naked choke hold !
*"Daivari said he held the man until he lost consciousness, emptying his bladder in the process. For the next 45 seconds, he held the man in a scissor hold until the train reached its next stop and he threw the man's limp frame off the train" good stuff there
Not even kidding, I saw Daivari years ago at a AAA wrestling match. If I recall correctly he faced off against an aging Superfly Jimmy Snooka.
A friend was wandering around backstage at one of those events - opened a door to what he thought was an office and saw George "The Animal" Steele reading the paper wearing glasses and smoking a pipe...
I’ve encountered this Monday through Friday since 2010. I am not approached on the train as much. However the platform, & walking down the street is always guaranteed. All age groups and all genders.
I had a seemingly magical train ride this AM. There was a lady who boarded the train and in a low tone was singing what sounded like a religious hymn. Then the volume increased with every passing station as if initially there weren't enough people in the car for her to go full throttle from the gate. What followed was her pacing up and down the length of the car telling us about her childhood and how she lost like thirty family members to cancer and how she was allowed to enter that car because of Hayseus.
Then there was the Hispanic teen with her cell playing music audibly thru the speakerphone, she did have some good stuff but even I knew that was bad form. A fat dude with a cane sat next to her and then she moved closer to me but I realized the reason she moved was the dirty drunk that boarded the train and sat across from her. So now I've got sister preacher/singer, DJ spanish Harlem, drunken uncle Timberlands on the seat next to him and to top it all off the train driver was doing like 80 mph and the ride felt really unsafe. Like you were with a drunken friend in his hooptie and he was going way too fast and you knew he needed brakes, tires and a whole new suspension. NYC Transit, Six Flags aint got nothin on you!
true story: george the animal steele started out pro wrestling as a way to supplement his measly schoolteacher income.
Hell of a morning today. I walk onto the packed train, only to see a guy eating a carton of General Tso's chicken. Yes at 7am. Then the next stop a guy gets on screaming at us all calling us comatosed zombies because we wouldn't engage in conversation with him about fracking.
I can't remember the last time I saw an AM beggar. They're almost always PM.
A few years ago, there was this one particular AM begger who kept on going on and on about his problems, the usual suspects (he really wanted to get a job, but lost his birth certificate, etc. etc.). Clearly getting no love, he then said it was his birthday and asked everybody to wish him happy birthday. Again, no love. Then seeing he was about to strike out, he said he had AIDS. No love there either, so on to the next train car it was.
And I haven't seen this one woman in a few years either, but she used to go on a train with a construction tub of sorts and pretended to use it as a drum to keep the beat while she was singing her song about being broke. Only thing is, she was soooo bad at the "drum" that it just sounded like an odd thump at random points in her random song.
And I only saw this once, but a mom and her young son came on the train begging for money, the mother claiming that the son was starving. Only thing is, the kid was like 5'8" and 450 pounds, so it invoked contrasting thoughts of "well of course he's starving, the only way to be that big is to be ALWAYS starving", as well as "he looks pretty full to me".
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