This guy’s bag was pressing against my ass. At first I wasn’t sure what to do but when he started pressing against me harder and harder, I had to act. So I turned to him and say: “Wouldn’t it make more sense if you took your bag off your shoulders?”. He just turned around and looked at me perplexed, so I went on: “It’s crowded enough, I don’t need your crap resting on me!”. So he asked what he was supposed to do with it and I pointed to mine, I had taken it off my back and was holding it at my feet. He just looked to the back of the streetcar and forced his way further into it, getting away from where I was standing… but never removing the bag he probably uses to carry his Volkswagen.
That was how my day started, at 7am, on the crowded streetcar on my way to the dentist
Anger, fear, aggression. The dark side of the force are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny. Consume you it will, as it did Obi-Wan’s apprentice. Hee hee…
The title alone is enough to send me into Italian/Irish jealous rage. Who is he?! Where is he?! Who does he hope to be?
lol, would have been nice to be that bag pressing up against one of the finest asses in Toronto, oops, who said that? WINK WINK, you know I have always had lust in my heart for your perfect bum! DR is a lucky-sonabeeatch!
Awkward…
Hello. I read this too!
yah, as if you did not know, lol
wink wink
love ya both, ya know it, just not seen ya in forever
good for you! what a transi-tard.