All I ever do is talk about the L train - but it's so FUCKING gross that I just can't help myself.
This morning some French woman - not the one who played Edith Piaf - decided not to worry about my hand that was right in front of her face whilst she spoke at full volume to the even uglier French woman behind me about their unshaven snatches.
Their conversation included phlegm and lots of hot breath that made the tops of my hands burn under her mouth. I rushed to the kitchen sink today to wash her Parisian bacteria off of me as quickly as possible.
Yum.
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