...or was it alfonso ribeiro...maybe it was savion glover
ummmmmmmmmm, hey lady.
the bastard just thought he'd let you know...
that regardless of how much you suck your teeth every time the train stops...
and no matter how many times you tap your feet every time the train slows down...
and don't get the bastard started on how much talking to yourself about how late you are for work makes you look like nothing more than a dressed homeless person who's between crack fixes talking about how "the man" got you addicted to drugs...
anyway...
it isn't going to make the train move any faster...
so fucking cut it out. you're not making anyone else feel any more at ease inside this tin can...
and your totally fucking up my nap. some of us like to use this part of the day to unwind before the day starts and 36th street ain't coming any faster...
... you jerk.
love always,
—the bastard
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