what the joys of commuting mean to me

Spending ten minutes crammed nose to chest with a six foot, extremely rotund man wearing a cheap leather jacket and a porn 'stache.

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Welcome to my new feature, "what the joys of commuting mean to me." I figure, why should I be the only one to experience these things? This way you all can share in the triumphs and tragedies along with me.

3 comments:

maresi said...

mmm. sounds awesome!

Anonymous said...

Could you tell if he used deodorant? plm

Elena said...

Gotta love the stache.

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