Category: Rants
Its Good Friday. Which Means…
..that the cocksucking MTA decided to have four 6 trains running on the whole entire line. That’s right. It’s a regular work day assholes. There is no excuse. Unless the drivers are are nailed to crosses being crucified, they should be driving my fucking trains so I can go home faster. I could have carried a cross while being whipped by Roman soldiers to Grand Central faster than waiting for thatpiss smelling train.I have this down to a science. I know the trains come every 3-4 minutes and the absolute last one I can take is at 7:15 to make my other train home. I have it calculated perfectly. If it shows up at 7:16, I’m fucked. So I got there at 7:05 and was like.. I’m golden. NOPE. Fucking 6 train showed up 20 minutes later.
Oh and what’s this bullshit there’s a 7:27 express and a 7:30 local, then an 8:00? Want to fucking like… spread them out a little more? Like maybe if that 7:30 was actually a 7:40 I would have been good.
PS – What’s the over/under I’m going to hell because of this post?
Building Management Just Laughing in Earth Day’s Face Today
See, this is why we have a friggin energy crisis. It’s motherless 83 degrees up in this bitch right now because our building management decided it’s brilliant to run heat when it’s like 60 degrees outside. SO unnecessary. So we have the heat blasting which we have no control over shutting off.
So to recap, we have heat running for no reason, windows open to let the heat out, and the AC running because it kicks in automatically when it’s too hot. Nice.
Happy Earth Day!
Bat Out Of Hell Not Fast Enough To Describe How Quickly I Bolted The Train Earlier
Fucking nasty. I walked onto the 6 this morning and walked into a fucking sewer. It honestly smelled like 40 people pissed all over the train. You know that smell, when like homeless ass piss dries out and starts reeking worse than anything else? Yeah that. 90% of public bathrooms I’ve been in smelled better. Needed a fucking gas mask in that shithole.
You know how people go skydiving if their cord gets stuck, when the body is recovered they are found with their skin and clothes clawed because of the desperation trying to get the parachute cord to open? That was me. Straight up clawing the door at my stop hoping it would open quicker, even though it did nothing. And of course the moron train operator/driver/engineer decided to scratch his balls at my stop, so I was sitting in there at the station trapped on the train for an additional 45 seconds.
Finally got out and made a mad bolt right for the stairs through the emergency exit door. Set that alarm right off, I don’t give a shit. This was a dire emergency. Quickest subway exit ever.
EW – speaking of fucking nasty, I had coffee in my mug for like a week and now it’s curdled and crusty. This blog is just a big pile of nasty ass shit.
SO Feliciano Is Hurt? How Shocking *Yawn*
God damnit! Who’s idiot idea was it for the Yankees to pick up this washed up ex New York Met. What a fucking waste of money and a spot on my roster. It’s like the second week of April and his shoulder essentially tore in half. This is why I specifically do not EVER draft anyone from the Mets to my fantasy teams. Nor should a world class organization ever take anyone from that joking mess of a ball club. The players go to shit. If the player is good and goes to the Mets, he will turn awful. If a player leaves the Mets, he’ll usually improve, with the exception of pitchers because the moron Mets organization essentially overuse them until their arms fall off.
Shut the Fuck Up About the Royal Wedding Already
April 28, 2011
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What’s the big deal? Am I missing something. I haven’t heard this much news out of the UK since Prince Charles had Dianna killed in that car crash. Two people are getting married. WOW. Fucking rare occasion. That doesn’t happen all the time… Who gives a shit. It doesn’t put any money in my pocket. I am sick of hearing about this nonstop for the past 3 weeks. Legit every news channel has been there all week and I can’t go take a piss without someone obsessing over this crap. Call me back when you’re talking about royal blow jobs or something…
No. One. Cares. Correction: no one should care. Too many people care, and it’s pissing me off. How about worrying about like… I don’t know… ANYTHING ELSE instead. Yep.
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*Maybe I would if I was with the boys and there was a drinking game to it, but that’s unlikely.