Wheeeere do I start? There is a TRIPLY overweight man wearing a skull cap, dark shades, several thick gold chains, aaaand sweat pants on the train this evening. I wanna call him Mr. T, but that would be insulting to Mr. T.
To top it off, the man across from me either has severe narcolepsy or is high on sooomething. Somehow, he's managing to spit rhymes every time he wakes up for 5 seconds before drifting into another coma-like stupor.
What? Is? Going? On?
To top it off, the man across from me either has severe narcolepsy or is high on sooomething. Somehow, he's managing to spit rhymes every time he wakes up for 5 seconds before drifting into another coma-like stupor.
What? Is? Going? On?
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