GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BACKPACK OUTTA MY MOTHERFUCKING FACE

This picture was taken Wednesday night, around 6:30 on the Brooklyn Bound Q Train. How did I get this photo, you might be wondering? Well, I managed to snap this by lifting up my iphone 1 millimeter from my face. Cause you see, that's WHERE THIS MOTHERFUCKERS'S BACKBACK WAS....DIRECTLY IN MY FACE.

Honestly, I'm bored of this shit too people. Like, why in the Christ are we still having this conversation?? How do you not know by now, that the moment you get on the subway, your backback needs to come OFF OF YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BACK??? You then place said backpack in between your legs, and stand there like a normal fucking human being until its time to get OFF the subway again, at which point you are then free to put your MOTEHRFUCKING BACKBACK back on your motherfucking back.

Any questions???

(p.s. This dude got off the train with me at the 7th Avenue stop...can anyone identify the stripey shirt or hipster wannabe haircut?).