The tone of the night was set perfectly by the
guy wearing UGGs who took a shit in his pants on the train. He walked
his turd(s) up and down the car, stimulating everyone's gag-reflex. I
held my breath for two stops before almost passing out. When he got off
the train, he walked past the window with a thin-lipped look of
suspicion and satisfaction. Then I punched in. The drunken horny
pet-food saleswoman tried to rape my friend, her eyes bulged of wine
bloating, she looked like a stepped on rat, dazed...I think she wanted
to get fisted.
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