Thursday, November 27, 2014

I am on the 410 LSE and this coach smells like foul diarrhea

I am not moving. There is no where to go.

This train is packed.

It's amazing how once we have a seat, we will cling to it and suffer through anything, including what smells like a thousand, hard-boiled eggs died a terrible death in someone's colon.

That is all.

That is all I will say about this.

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