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I always miss the days I used to catch the tube home from work, to be greeted by the same guy who would sit in the corner with his legs across three seats, airing his feet. The real special days were the ones where he thought, what better fucking time is there, then on a peak hour train to clip my fucking toenails!
Poetic
Blow your nose plz.
If I wanted to spend the entire journey listening to you recycle the contents of your nose, I'd say so.
I haven't.
So I don't.