… it’s so humid that when you step inside a crowded train carriage, you can feel all the body heat around you, and then there’s baby crying its head off?
Yes, I hate it a lot.
… it’s so humid that when you step inside a crowded train carriage, you can feel all the body heat around you, and then there’s baby crying its head off?
Yes, I hate it a lot.
October 13, 2008 at 7:26 pm |
Oh yeah, and rush hour BO! Not fun!
October 13, 2008 at 8:50 pm |
Nope…can’t say it’s happened to me (not many things do happen to me, surprisingly).
But I can imagine it would be unpleasant…especially with the addition of those suit-clad bastards who check your ticket and then, when unsatisfied, treat you like some sort of noxious weed that escaped from a box of overseas bananas.
October 18, 2008 at 11:24 am |
Dude, fuck Palin! Oh wait a min…