mocos

La interrumpio de sus tareas para contarle una anecdota que no podia esperar.

--Holy shit! I've never seen anything like this! Listen: Me subi al CTA y venia un cabron sentado casi al frente de mi... I don't wanna take the CTA anymore, dude. It seems like I fucking come across the most disgusting motherfuckers... Well, this dude had beard like ZZTop, all the way down his chest, and moustache that covered his lips. And who knows how long he'd been sleeping, but the snot had been dripping from his nose for so long that it had created puddles the size of golf balls on his beard. And there was a line of snot still connected from his nose to the puddles on his beard. And as he snored, the lines of snot flexed in the air and swung back down to skin his lips... I wanted to fucking vomit! I couldn't help it--I wanted to stop looking, I should have stopped looking... but I couldn't!

And with that I took the tale to the blogger.