this morning on the slow barge to Rome…
and mind you it was slow…
how's does one figure on leaving for work 50 minutes early…
only to arrive 15 minutes early…
only the lirr's awful awful math knows…
but I digress.
the whole time I was transfixed…
by this woman who was making a meal of her cuticles…
only stopping to respond with two fisted (non cuticled) tales of how her family has survived these past two weeks without power out there in the hinterlands…
then it was back to hand snacking
I couldn't take my eyes off of it, I was so disgusted by it…
here's a protip…
get your fucking hands out of your gaping maw…
and have a nutritious breakfast…
they have fruity pebbles out there in the sticks don't they?
shudder
—the bastard
and mind you it was slow…
how's does one figure on leaving for work 50 minutes early…
only to arrive 15 minutes early…
only the lirr's awful awful math knows…
but I digress.
the whole time I was transfixed…
by this woman who was making a meal of her cuticles…
only stopping to respond with two fisted (non cuticled) tales of how her family has survived these past two weeks without power out there in the hinterlands…
then it was back to hand snacking
I couldn't take my eyes off of it, I was so disgusted by it…
here's a protip…
get your fucking hands out of your gaping maw…
and have a nutritious breakfast…
they have fruity pebbles out there in the sticks don't they?
shudder
—the bastard
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