Late last night as I headed home on the F train, I espied this gentleman:
The best part was that he was reading a book called The Greatness Guide at the time. While I can't claim to have read that volume, I have to believe that it contains no directive to be completely fucking disgusting on mass transit. But it's just possible that it fails to tell its readers not to do so. So please, readers of this undoubtedly fine work, consider this a supplemental chapter:
Thank you.
Is he romatically holding hands with his foot? How sweet.
At least he isn't clipping his thick yellow toenails. Or chewing them.
Posted by: Shiny at May 14, 2007 9:37 AMWell, I mean... it could be a Yoga thing too.
Posted by: TheGreatSatan at May 15, 2007 11:38 PM