And my subway ride only continued to be interesting... at the risk of depravity I must admit that the crowded-nature of my trip up to Bloor/Yonge got rather stimulating. Thankfully only 3 stations to endure... or was that regretfully only 3 stations to enjoy, amidst standing-room-only with this handsome brown-skinned man nonchalantly pressing his ass into my crotch. Before you picture anything blatantly obscene.... it wasn't like a scene from an after-school special, (me needing to put a school-book over my nether-regions), nor was it pornoriffic. Yes folks. I must admit I was slightly aroused by this. Cheap, jolly, thrills. But the subway was THAT packed, and I don't care what any of you pervs think.
Oh come on... tomorrow I'll be nose-deep in a blue-collar schlep-fest, no deodorant-required. I have to cherish the "kinky" with the "mundane" when the "kinky" is so scarce. We all know how much I enjoy foul-stench while trying to dodge a dandruff convention 2 inches from my face. Oh but wait... something like that DID happen on the next train. Again, I smile, only because karma also comes in a gaseous state...
My dirty thoughts were rewarded with little old lady farts. You know the Tim Horton's coffee-and-a-muffin blue-hair special blend... quietly squeaked out while gabbing extra loud to mask their arrival.
"Yeah, Gladys... everyone will think it's the fat guy next to us... let 'er rip!"
Scandalous biddies! Farting on the subway is not cool.
Farting on an elevator is cool. 'Cause it's concentrated but brief. Of course the default condition of that being cool depends entirely upon whether you're the "farter" or the "fartee" of course. (...Of course.)
As high-brow as this entry is... I really must be getting to bed. Survivor was good tonight.... but not as good as last week. Hearing Boo's knee audibly "pop" back into place was a little too sound-effects-intense for me. The fact that he stayed in the competition amazed me. You "know" it was excruciating!
No song... 'cause it would be from the infectious new Hillary Duff album. Yeah. Seriously. I just can't bring myself to do that, even though it's pretty damned good.