Entries in subway (61)
Some retarded person at the MTA decided to start allowing people to send in emails to the agency regarding their performance. Needless to say, I'll be using these mofos to recruit some new potty-mouthed FIPS writers.
Feeling inspired? Send in your own diatribe here.
Dear Chick On The Subway: Please Get Your Tits Out of My Fucking Face
Tuesday eve on the Brooklyn bound Q train. The train was so crowded, I was practically breast feeding on my way home from work.
So. Not. Cool.
How much is too much? Here's your answer.
MISS TRANSIT AUTHORITY: S is for 'Schadenfreude' not 'Shuttle'
When we ride, we paradoxically indulge and confront our own prejudices, flaws and superiority complexes when observing the parenting styles of people we don't know.
Dear MTA: Seriously....FUCK YOU
Son of a Bitch...this is just retarded. Like, so stupid, I'm not even sure what to say:
FARES = increased to $2 dollars and .50 fucking cents per ride!
SERVICE = slashed
SEATS = still totally and completely impossible to find
ALL THOSE NICE OCCASIONALLY HELPFUL PEEPS WHO STAND BEHIND GLASS = probs fired
FUCK
FUCK
FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!
(via City Room Blog)
An Open Letter to Pole-Leaning Douchebags On The Subway
(via Flatbush Vegan)
Dear asshole fuck on the subway,
I know that you think that because you're wearing a Brooks Brothers suit (ed note: we couldn't find a Brooks Brothers suit wearing ahole...sorry. This Asian one will have to do) with gold cuff links, douchey horn-rimmed glasses, Gucci loafers, and a watch that costs more than my parents' house that you own the place, but look around.
You are on the A train my friend–where all men are created equal.