Seriously, ok. Here we go. one two threee whores. Here's my next post.
Here are some of my accounts of some hilarious happenings on the subway:
1)Megan taking N train into Manhatten to go to Journey concert. Hey that's right bitches I said Journey concert and I ment it. (Who are now sans the incomparably mulletescent steve perry and now with 'ol steve whats his name with a Micheal Bolton doo. It's just not the same.)Megan is running late so she realizes that she should try to get into the last car of the train thus making her transfer a little faster, cause who wants to miss the opening sounds of Journey? Not megan, oh no! So at one of the stops she gets up to go back a couple of cars when all of the sudden Random Guy shouts, "Oh no! I don't believe you! I find this hard to believe that you are getting off here! That's funny, I don't believe you're getting off at fifth. That's really funny. That makes me want to laugh."
What? Seriously? I have no idea why this guy started shouting at me like this and I wish that I would have had a come back, even just something as simple as the finger, but all I did was give him the most confused look I've ever given a person in my life. The train car was full of people and they were all staring at me like I was committing the crime of the century.
2)Megan riding subway car home from a birthday dinner cut short by a swelling facial allergic reaction to Indian Cuisine, not megan's face, the birthday girls face. At the last stop in Manhattan, two youngsters enter train laughing and talking in British accents. Says one to the other "I want a starburst, would you like a starburst?" Says the other one "Oh yes, I'd love love love a starburst." Says the other, "Oh good, here let me get them out. -Says to Megan- Would you like a starburst?"
Now, I know the old creed about not taking candy from strangers, but seriously, strangers give out the best candy, and they were just being so retarded that I couldn't resist. So after I take a starburst (it was deliciously not poisoned) he starts asking everyone on the car if they'd like a starburst and by the time he gets back to his friend, he's all out. "I can't believe we're out of starbursts. I-I-I'm just befuddled, I don't know how that happened here. I mean I had a whole pack and now- they're gone. Would you settle for a William Joel song instead, sweetness?" says his friend, "Yes I suppose that will do. As long as it's as sweet as a starburst." And he starts singing "I'll meet you anytime you want at your italian restaurant..."
Sure, it wasn't exciting like a gunman, things so rarely are, but it really made my night.
And the starburst was truly delicious.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
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Candy from British people tastes the best.
Case in point - the candy shop owner in the first Willy Wonka movie.
I'm just saying.
And I f'ing love Steve Perry so much, I can barely stand it. Seriously.
You know what the definition of surreal should be? "One thousand people singing 'Open Arms' at the top of their lungs like it's the national anthem at a Journey concert."
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