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Insanely Inane Thoughts

If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke.

Dear Disgusting Train Traveller,

Were you, by any stroke of luck, a ragpicker,garbage collecter or anything more demeaning than that?

Why do I ask, you ask.

I have been observing your little covert operation for sometime now.

Ohh, don't look so embarrased now.Save it for later.

I saw you prepare your finger soldiers to prepare for chemical warfare.At it's worst.Or should I say, finger miners.Ohh, don't tax your brain so much, fucktarts.I'll make my point crystal clear to you.I wouldn't want to wage a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent over here, would I?

Coming back to your little mining expedition.You prepared your finger, index finger to be precise, to act as a surveyor.You then propelled him towards the object of desire, which happened to be your nose at this instance, and then started a little drilling exercise.

Retract device and look for ore.


Paydirt, screams your slimy little mind.

This sends your others fingers into a tizzy.I wasn't aware that you could multi-task.But hey, donkeys do evolve.You are getting all worked up.Your other fingers can sense a kill and go in for looking for easy picks.This scene reminded me of sharks going on a feeding frenzy.The only difference being that they were much more elegant in action.

Anyways, you are working up a sweat now.Little miners are getting exited and then, the dam bursts.You propel your shitty little surveyor too hard and bam!!

We got a bleeder here.

Nope, sorry.

No sympathy here.

Only disgust.Pure, unadulterated disgust.

This is where my previous little lesson comes in handy.Remember that magical thing called an handkerchief?

Should I use it to stop the bleeding, you ask me.

Of course not, Asimov.

I usually have spare tampons on me.I wanted you to choke on the hanky.Is it really that hard to comprehend?!?A child of four could understand this.Fetch me a child of four.

Yep, this is where you should start looking embarrased.Dying of embarrasment wouldn't be such a bad idea either.

Ohhh, your stop has arrived.Well, don't be a stranger or else I would miss out on my intrain entertainment.

Can you dig that, sucka?
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