yo motherfucker on this morning’s silverstink train! what the hell is your fucking problem already? i see you every morning, bitch. I SEE YOU! and every fucking morning as the 8.30 to kensal rise pulls in at about 8.34, there you are, trying to get your goddamn bike onto a train already packed tighter than whores into capitol hill.
YOU ALREADY HAVE A MODE OF TRANSPORT! IT’S CALLED YOUR FUCKING BIKE, ASS-EYES!
GET OFFA MY MODE OF TRANSPORT, YOU TIT!
and YOU! the old bitch taking up all the room by the doors – what the hell is with the huge garbage bin bags by your feet? is that were you put the chopped up corpses when you don’t get your meals on wheels in time?
THERE’S NO DAMN ROOM! YOU ARE TAKING UP ALL THE DAMN ROOM!
assholes
