100 Bullets, or Train Station Bathroom Conversations
You know what’s what.
You know what time it is.
You know the deal.
I will put 100 bullets in your motherf*ckin’ ass.
You ain’t no man.
You ain’t even an animal.
Animal’s got more intelligence than you.
Don’t act like you don’t know what’s what.
100 motherf*ckin’ bullets in your motherf*ckin’ ass.
Shit.
Filed under: Chicago on October 23rd, 2008
October 23rd, 2008 at 3:12 pm
i think you may have went into the wrong restroom.
don’t worry, it happens to us all. often.
October 23rd, 2008 at 7:16 pm
I think you may have gone into the wrong train station, or maybe the wrong city.
Wenatchee, is all I’m saying.
October 24th, 2008 at 7:54 am
You might want to consider de-caff… your seeming kind of uptight in this post
October 24th, 2008 at 8:13 am
brandon: i’m still not even sure if that woman was actually talking to anyone on her phone, or if she was just releasing the demons.
shari: it’s rough in train station bathrooms.
nanuk: i’m as cool as a cucumber. it’s the lady in the stall next to me who needed some herbal tea.
October 24th, 2008 at 9:10 am
This is just another reason to buy that hobby farm and work from home!
October 24th, 2008 at 11:43 am
Yeah. Sorry. That was a really bad day for me. In my defense, that b*#@% really did deserve a hundred motherfu@#in’ bullets in her motherfu@#in’ ass.
October 24th, 2008 at 2:52 pm
are you sure samuel l jackson wasn’t in the ladies room?
October 24th, 2008 at 4:03 pm
Oh dear… I hope you got out of there quickly Jen, otherwise you’ll end up like the little Amish boy in the film Witness… although having Harrison Ford as your personal bodyguard wouldn’t be that bad I guess.
October 26th, 2008 at 11:22 pm
I think I would have been making a quick exit out of that particular bathroom.
October 28th, 2008 at 10:34 am
You overhead me saying all that, Jen? Lordy, why didn’t you say “hi”?
October 29th, 2008 at 9:21 am
Err, I meant “overheaRd” – – also, this reminds me of a recent trip I took where I overheard a girl in a bathroom stall talking to her (ex?) boyfriend:
“I’m through with you, do you understand? I f’ing hate you, you piece of sh*t! I hope you die and rot in hell, you f’ing bastard!! Oh, yeah?! YEAH?? Well, the next time you go to jail, find someone else to bail your sorry a$$ out!!!”
When I returned to the table and reported this to my traveling companion, she sighed, smiled and said, “She’s totally going to marry him.”