I woke up today and picked a nice warm spot on the Purple Express, happy to be making it to work relatively on time. Then the crazy man decided that he would sit next to me, sensing some crazy-person kinship, and proceeded to talk crazy-talk while expecting crazy-talk answers, which I half-heartedly gave. Then I did the cool rich-bitch-kid thing and stuck my ipod buds in my ear and looked out the window. He kinda fell asleep on me. And then he got up at La Salle and it turned out his entire buttox had been exposed to the soft fabric of the el seat for the entire ride. Oh, and he wears diapers. But I don't think he secures them properly.
Then I went to lunch at Subway and ordered a $2.97 Veggie sandwich from the nice lady that wears green eyeshadow to match her green Subway T-shirt.
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you spelled buttocks incorrectly
the X is for someone special.
So...is this a love connection? Was there some bonding going on? And you didn't move because....
she didn't move because she was convinced this was her agni pariksha, her ultimate test of purity and innocence.
(unfortunately for our heroine kamdizzle, "purity" isn't the first word that comes to mind when an exposed buttock and an El seat are given an opportunity to make wondrous love. actually, "fecal-oral" contact is the first thing that comes to mind, especially when you throw a nice Subway sandwich into the mix.
can't wait to see you in the hospital in. . .oh, two weeks or so with a lovely case of beaver fever. explosive diarrhea? bloating that even your period would be proud of? YAY FOR GIARDIASIS!!)
i love being a med student.
who can even top biswas' comment...and your story would've been better if you had had a second run in with kashif
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