My morning commute consisted of a steamy hot bus full of sopping wet people that smelled like Doritos.
Word to the wise: Do not freely handle/grope/flip your hair when riding transit. No, I don't want your hair touching my skin or any part of my person. I especially don't want it to graze my hand when I'm holding on for dear life to the stupid already germ-infested transit poles. Put the hair away when riding transit.
3 comments:
A fucking Men.
I have other people's Hair!
Hahahah, agreed. I can't deal with other ppl's hair touching me. NAST.
it IS Nast. Nast!!
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