The curtain rises.

subwaydouchery:

SUBWAY DOUCHERY : Call it a night!

Well people, the Garbage Train has finally reached the station! Which means NONE OF US are getting home any time soon. So bust out your portable Scrabble boards, immerse yourself in the latest Dean Koontz novel, go ahead and urinate at the end of the platform drunk guy wavering like a boxer before a K.O. no one is going to judge you this time. Although the ground isn’t carpeted, feel free to stretch out like this genius at the airport: http://bit.ly/bHqwDV

I’ll take the first watch. Don’t worry about me, I’ll occupy myself with the mysteries of the universe. Such as, where does the garbage train go? I like to imagine that it jumps onto a secret hidden track. And the garbage collectors suddenly look like Willie and Short Round from Temple of Doom: http://bit.ly/96VKXh

*** Big thanks to comedian Frank Gallo for sending this Rockwellian subway classic. He runs one of the best comedy shows in town every Sunday at Bar 4 in Park Slop. Show starts at 9pm. Keep on Douchin’ ***

i hate when this happens. i hate when this happens at 3 am. i hate when it happens one stop from my stop and we’re forced to get off the train and it’s pouring so you have no fucking choice but to wait. or get wet.