Wow great roll model. And here I thought the juicehead, unemployed Aussie was a grossly exaggerated stereotype.Today, on the train to see a friend in a different suburb. Usually I would have just driven, but I felt like saving some money. Anyway, there were a few, let's just call them fuckheads. Drunk fuckheads. They were probably about late 20's and there was three of these particular fuckheads.
Most of the train ride, they were either calling me "sexy babe" or telling me I look like a boy. Hallelujah.
Our trains are simply seats on either side of the train facing each other, which I've always really fucking hated. First, a youngin' about 14 who was obviously trying not to look at them from the other side of the train kept "looking at them funny" and to which they said they'd "kick his fucking head in." Great. They were threatening fucking little kids. The kid got off at the next stop, pretty darn fast as they were yelling at him. Poor kid.
Anyway, as one of these fuckhead's kids are swinging from the grab holds, he starts ranting about how much he needs to chuck a piss. An elderly man is sitting in the disabled seats down the edge of our row, and he laughed at the kids. I mean, they were cute, and I was giggling too. So the Alpha fuckhead decides to walk up to him and stop "perving" on his kids, spits in his face, and sits back down. By this time I'm about ready to move, but being two stops away I decide that I'll wait it out.
Then here comes the best fucking part. Alpha fuckhead, in all his brilliance, decides he's going to piss in the corner of the train. Directly fucking in front of me. I won't go into huge detail, but there was piss fucking everywhere. I had to lift my feet to avoid it.
Luckily this occurred just as my stop came up. I ran off the piss stinking train as fast as I could, and had my friend drive me back to my apartment. Fuck Public Transport.
So, to take my mind off this. Tell me some public transport tales, if you have any. If not, just share some personal experiences.
So they really do hang around in the backyard all day, drinking beer and headbutting each other while playing a halfassed game of rugby? (me thinks I found heaven)Getting their cocks wet is every frat boys dream, no? Haha. Well, I wish the Transperth Police were as good as yours are!
Oh, yeah.. well.. sorry, but that stereotype is 100% true. My taxpayer money goes to their booze, woohoo!
So they really do hang around in the backyard all day, drinking beer and headbutting each other while playing a halfassed game of rugby? (me thinks I found heaven)[/QUOTE]Getting their cocks wet is every frat boys dream, no? Haha. Well, I wish the Transperth Police were as good as yours are!
Oh, yeah.. well.. sorry, but that stereotype is 100% true. My taxpayer money goes to their booze, woohoo!
So they really do hang around in the backyard all day, drinking beer and headbutting each other while playing a halfassed game of rugby? (me thinks I found heaven)[/QUOTE]Getting their cocks wet is every frat boys dream, no? Haha. Well, I wish the Transperth Police were as good as yours are!
Oh, yeah.. well.. sorry, but that stereotype is 100% true. My taxpayer money goes to their booze, woohoo!
People on the underground are afraid to make EYE CONTACT with each other, let alone speak (this rule is discounted when the train breaks down, and everyone gets in a friendly bitching session about how the tube line sucks). To them, your comments were akin to loudly breaking wind in front of the pope during easter sunday. good for you!Sorry. :\ I once made a bunch of English people scowl at me on a subway ride... or a "tube" ride, I guess. We were cramped in really tight, and my friend Arun was smooshed up right against my back, so I laughed and said, "Man you could get laid in here and not know it." A few people glared at me, but this one old guy laughed, thank God.
My friends and I in high school were going to the Dallas west end, which is the kinda trendy place to go I guess, and we took the DART rail to get there. So we're kind of horsing around when my buddy Andy punches Sean. The thing is though, Andy hurt his hand in the process and mostly jokingly bitched about it for a while. We all thought it was just hilarious and all in good fun, but one of the other passengers I guess didn't find it at all amusing and decided to tell us about real pain. Basically, this giant walks over to us, and tells us about how he lost some of his good friends climbing radio towers with THESE HANDS (insert giant hands here) and that real pain is having to climb the tallest structures in the world for a living. I'm a bit fuzzy on the details but I think Vietnam was mentioned in there as well.
Anyway, after he more or less creeps the hell out of all of us, he proceeds to hit on some lady and get her phone number.
We all agreed that this man has been hunting us ever since and the last thing we ever see in this world is him strangling us with his giant ogre hands, and we will all die with the knowledge that he's going to hit on our moms after he kills us.
My friends and I in high school were going to the Dallas west end, which is the kinda trendy place to go I guess, and we took the DART rail to get there. So we're kind of horsing around when my buddy Andy punches Sean. The thing is though, Andy hurt his hand in the process and mostly jokingly bitched about it for a while. We all thought it was just hilarious and all in good fun, but one of the other passengers I guess didn't find it at all amusing and decided to tell us about real pain. Basically, this giant walks over to us, and tells us about how he lost some of his good friends climbing radio towers with THESE HANDS (insert giant hands here) and that real pain is having to climb the tallest structures in the world for a living. I'm a bit fuzzy on the details but I think Vietnam was mentioned in there as well.
Anyway, after he more or less creeps the hell out of all of us, he proceeds to hit on some lady and get her phone number.
We all agreed that this man has been hunting us ever since and the last thing we ever see in this world is him strangling us with his giant ogre hands, and we will all die with the knowledge that he's going to hit on our moms after he kills us.
Probably, he means no harm.Anybody want a peanut?
<bum ba bad dum... bum ba bad dum... bum ba bad dum, dum da dee...>I had a native american vision quest in Manhattan that culminated with Fred Sanford from Sanford & Son barking at me on the Q Train.
I saw two punks steppin to a pretty young lady on a subway once. Causing her trouble, threatening her. I stood up from my seat and flexed at them. One pissed his pants, and the other guys head exploded. The one who had pissed himself them jumped through the window...off the moving subway. I gave the woman who I just saved a mean look, and BAM, she was pregnant. With twins.I
I just fucking lose it and start laughing hysterically, as do a couple other regular commuters on the train. I obviously embarrassed the guy and he starts talking shit to me... until I stand up. It's always fun to watch a 5 foot dipshit cower like a scared dog. So he immediately calms down and tells me, "I'm just kidding bro..etc". ?
In Hungary they all look like thisDid they look at all like this?
I saw two punks steppin to a pretty young lady on a subway once. Causing her trouble, threatening her. I stood up from my seat and flexed at them. One pissed his pants, and the other guys head exploded. The one who had pissed himself them jumped through the window...off the moving subway. I gave the woman who I just saved a mean look, and BAM, she was pregnant. With twins.I
I just fucking lose it and start laughing hysterically, as do a couple other regular commuters on the train. I obviously embarrassed the guy and he starts talking shit to me... until I stand up. It's always fun to watch a 5 foot dipshit cower like a scared dog. So he immediately calms down and tells me, "I'm just kidding bro..etc". ?
That's because they are the mayor.I've been riding the DC metro and have no particularly interesting stories. Once this obnoxious 10 year old kid sat next to me and tried to give me a hard time, asked me what I was reading, so I started reading Bulgakov's Master and Margarita to him in Russian. I've had to stare down obnoxious ten year olds a few times, I don't feel like I should have to take crap from anybody on a train. Once this guy who was an obvious crack addict came up to me asking for money, I ignored him and he tapped my hands to get my attention and we got in a big shouting match that resulted in him freaking out and threatening me with a pipe. But he didn't hit me. Called the police at the next station but he got on a train going the other direction before they got there.
I think it's a felony to beat up crack addicts in dc...
Dude, I get your thing with busting the guys balls but this story wasn't unbelievable at all, dumbass college kids are always starting shit and they get scared by anyone who clearly isn't taking their shit.
Yesterday while waiting for my train at 30th st. Station, one of the homeless guys from outside came in and starting rapping to himself at full volume. At certain points he'd shout "Ima let you win." Over and over and over again.This pic was taken in the Seoul metro. It's a public service announcement, telling you how to behave on the subway.
I take Honolulu's bus system to campus every day. There's quite a few crazies here. There's this one crazy bum who often shows up at my bus stop (at least five or six different routes go through there). He's always got his hand up to his ear, like he's talking on a miniature cell phone. He usually shouts out weird stuff like "Cyanide the water!" every few seconds. Anyways, the buses are usually late, like everything else in this state, so you can sometimes wait 45 minutes for a bus. Apparently this little old lady had been waiting a long while and the crazy guy had been ranting and raving for that entire time. She yelled "Oh SHUT UP!" and instead of quieting down or ignoring her, he changed his usual rant to "You wanna fight? That's how I roll." There was a bunch of us around so he didn't actually try anything. He just switched back to his tirade about corn syrup.
You should see him walk through a group of Japanese tourists. They don't understand the language but they know something's screwed up. Plus he smells.
Over here it's way to crowded when i use it for any of that crap... all i see is people shoving (the worst are old women) and arguing pointlessly until my ears hurt...
Dude, I get your thing with busting the guys balls but this story wasn't unbelievable at all, dumbass college kids are always starting shit and they get scared by anyone who clearly isn't taking their shit.
Man I do love taking the Metro, it's always something.I've been riding the DC metro and have no particularly interesting stories. Once this obnoxious 10 year old kid sat next to me and tried to give me a hard time, asked me what I was reading, so I started reading Bulgakov's Master and Margarita to him in Russian. I've had to stare down obnoxious ten year olds a few times, I don't feel like I should have to take crap from anybody on a train. Once this guy who was an obvious crack addict came up to me asking for money, I ignored him and he tapped my hands to get my attention and we got in a big shouting match that resulted in him freaking out and threatening me with a pipe. But he didn't hit me. Called the police at the next station but he got on a train going the other direction before they got there.
I think it's a felony to beat up crack addicts in dc...
i knew you would get the joke and have a laugh, hence said joke. Was more surprised that someone decided to white knight for you on something so obvious.I got the joke. You can believe what you want. I don't really give a shit.
Hey, that was probably me! Thanks for the chat!The only bus story I can think of from recent memory was when I was riding from the University to the mall. It was suppertime, so the bus was crowded, and this one obviously mentally challenged guy was sitting by a window, hugging himself, rocking, and randomly telling people that he was claustrophobic, had PTSD, and was liable to freak out and punch someone by accident.
i knew you would get the joke and have a laugh, hence said joke. Was more surprised that someone decided to white knight for you on something so obvious.I got the joke. You can believe what you want. I don't really give a shit.
No no no, I meant I don't give a shit in a light hearted way. I did have a laugh.Really, I have gone after chaz?
..That is not a joke, I usually just joke around with him on here. I mean hell, look at my sig.
i knew you would get the joke and have a laugh, hence said joke. Was more surprised that someone decided to white knight for you on something so obvious.I got the joke. You can believe what you want. I don't really give a shit.
Har har.You don't ride penises any more?
Oh man, that reminds me, once, while taking the bus for no work or school related stuff this 15-16 year old was playing Counter-Strike with himself, repeating sounds from the game and stuff... (like loading the shotgun etc.) He obviously had some mental problem, but damn it was hilarious. Freaked out the older people who had no idea what CS was... and of course some jerks started making fun of him and scared him off a bit, but he kept going, just a little less loud.Yesterday while waiting for my train at 30th st. Station, one of the homeless guys from outside came in and starting rapping to himself at full volume. At certain points he'd shout "Ima let you win." Over and over and over again.
So they really do hang around in the backyard all day, drinking beer and headbutting each other while playing a halfassed game of rugby? (me thinks I found heaven)[/QUOTE]Getting their cocks wet is every frat boys dream, no? Haha. Well, I wish the Transperth Police were as good as yours are!
Oh, yeah.. well.. sorry, but that stereotype is 100% true. My taxpayer money goes to their booze, woohoo!
So they really do hang around in the backyard all day, drinking beer and headbutting each other while playing a halfassed game of rugby? (me thinks I found heaven)[/QUOTE]Getting their cocks wet is every frat boys dream, no? Haha. Well, I wish the Transperth Police were as good as yours are!
Oh, yeah.. well.. sorry, but that stereotype is 100% true. My taxpayer money goes to their booze, woohoo!
Thats is okay. For a bit there, i thought you had gone retarded.I guess I recall incorrectly.
See thats the problem with living on the wrong side of Australia.... Emu Bitter *shudder*Basically. Grow a bit of stubble (or a 30cm long beard, nothing in between. Seriously), buy a barbecue, some snags (sausages), a carton of Emu Bitter, and find an old car to "fix up" and never bother doing any actual work on it and you're fucking true blue Aussie matey!
See thats the problem with living on the wrong side of Australia.... Emu Bitter *shudder*[/QUOTE]Basically. Grow a bit of stubble (or a 30cm long beard, nothing in between. Seriously), buy a barbecue, some snags (sausages), a carton of Emu Bitter, and find an old car to "fix up" and never bother doing any actual work on it and you're fucking true blue Aussie matey!
That's because they are the mayor.[/QUOTE]I've been riding the DC metro and have no particularly interesting stories. Once this obnoxious 10 year old kid sat next to me and tried to give me a hard time, asked me what I was reading, so I started reading Bulgakov's Master and Margarita to him in Russian. I've had to stare down obnoxious ten year olds a few times, I don't feel like I should have to take crap from anybody on a train. Once this guy who was an obvious crack addict came up to me asking for money, I ignored him and he tapped my hands to get my attention and we got in a big shouting match that resulted in him freaking out and threatening me with a pipe. But he didn't hit me. Called the police at the next station but he got on a train going the other direction before they got there.
I think it's a felony to beat up crack addicts in dc...