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I'm not sure weather to feel sorry for or admire this lawmaker for taking action on a bill she found so irresistable she proceeded to cram it into her mouth and ate it. It sounds like these Taiwanese know how to get shit done unlike our fat old white people who don't have enough fiber in their diets. It too shall pass... |
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Since moving to NY I've seen a lot of whack shit. Subways and surrounding areas are rife with this weirdness so I've grown accustomed to smelly homeless men giving themselves happy endings on the train, or seeing someone in costume doing a pole dance in the middle of rush hour. You're probably wondering what compelled me to share these unsavory pieces of information with you, but it's all in the name of context. So now when I tell you that I saw something truly strange on the subway today you know the full meaning of what I'm saying... There was a leprechaun on my 6 train. This is not some derogatory way of referring to a vertically challenged Irish man that's had a pint too many and no I haven't been checking out the local crack houses. This was the real deal. He stood about 4 1/2 feet, grey scragly beard and hair tucked under a green hat that could have come off the set of a live action Lucky Charms commercial. He had a pot belly that was just barely covered by a white teeshirt with a giant 4 leaf clover on the front, green shorts held up by a belt with a shiny gold buckle, and to round out the package he was carrying a wooden walking stick with bark still on it. Now if you check the date, it's not March 17th, and it certainly isn't halloween. So what was he? A rental? An escapee from a mental ward? Perhaps a cast member off the latest reality show? Would he lead me to a pot of gold? These were all questions I wanted to ask, but he was fast asleep and the last thing I needed was a groggy pissed off leprechaun taking my luck away. |
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