I made the mistake of bringing tuna sandwich leftovers on the bus after dinner tonight. It smells like microwaved vagina up in here now. (No offense to microwaves). Fortunately the #1 down Massachusetts Ave. only stops every ten seconds, not counting the ten thousand red lights, so this should be a short trip. Woops, people are moving away from me. Sorry dude, I don't have a set of gym-balls in my bag. Here, look, I promise:
Wait a second though. Isn't bringing leftovers home a total boner move for fatties and rookies? Well, yes, but if a certain news weekly I write for actually paid in cash as opposed to gift cards then I wouldn't have to order dinner out of spite.
Nice bag and face, loser.
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5 comments:
nice face and bag. oh, you already said that. wait, i'm you. i gotta go.
Those photos look fake.
Riding the bus.
What stop is that? Look at that clear aisle! I would gladly take the noseful of gym balls scent over the usual faceful of ass, stomach, genitals and Urban Outfitters.
Haha. It's toward the Harvard Square end innit? Gets a little more roomy by that point.
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