This Weekend: The F Takes Its Hatred for Me Out on You
Curious, you don't look much like a train to me.
Because I've somehow become the default bearer of F train (bad/gross/sexy/mostly gross) news, here's a HAPPY FUCKING FRIDAY announcement for you.
Tonight at 11:30 through the rest of the weekend, we're back to shuttle busses between Jay Street and Church Ave. Transportation alternatives include Bugaboos, go-karts and dimensional teleportation. I'll be too busy picking out the perfect shade of lilac for my bathroom walls and working on the teeny-weeny particle accelerator project I have going on in my garden to leave Brooklyn anyway, but I figured the rest of you might want a heads up.
I realize this affects the G train, too. But since the G train is a mere figment of our collective imaginations, this is all of the acknowledgement it will get (also considering "You're still screwed" is no news, anyway).
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