All alone on top of the train minding my own business. Or so I
thought!!
This crazy lady came running at me swinging a dead fetus over her
head. She yelled, "Yo fucknut!! Want some of this?!?!"
To which I politely replied, "Not unless you have enough to share
& brought extra tortillas for me & the men!"
I'm not sure if it was the cake we had earlier or the declining
value of the mutual fund that I was managing, but I couldn't
defend myself from her continued advances.
So we danced.
Next thing I knew, this really big cough drop shaped like an acorn
cuts in. I'm like, "Hey dude!! Get your own, I'm
stakin' claim to this part of the dance floor!!"
He offers me an omelet & pushes my partner off the top of the
train.
I was heart broke that my new friend had left me with the dead baby
& no keys to the car. How rude!
Lucky for me this all happened close to the station where my friends
were waiting to take pictures.
That's my other friend in the white gloves pointing at Gary to
hurry & get some salsa. We're BBQ'ing the baby &
raping the dead dancer.
Pop! Goes the baby!
