stella41b
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Joined: 10/16/2007 From: SW London (UK) Status: offline
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What is it with people and their failure to control their bodies on public transport? A few days ago on the Tube it was the Halitosis Hari-Kiri experience for some of us. Why is it that you can be some distance away, seated and choking from the fumes, but the people they are gabbing to are wide-eyed, nodding and somewhat resistant? Earlier this evening we're on the bus and it's the turn of Mr Trumpet Trousers, obviously a Frequent Farter trying to earn gas miles. On average between bus stops once Mister Raspberry Rectum decides that he's going to leave us with his methane ass-print (lacking carbon neither of his feet stood a chance), leaving us to cough, choke and gasp and wonder what dead animal he had for lunch, or whether it was beer and baked beans. The sounds he produced ranged from those you hear at the Monaco Grand Prix, at someone's first lesson learning to play the tuba, to Houdini reincarnated as a duck trying to escape from someone's boxer shorts. What was more striking was that nobody said anything, just coughed and held their noses. London is indeed a world city, the world city of masochists. What is wrong with these people? (Please don't answer, yes yes I know... flatulence.. but still)
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