An uncle sat next to me this morning on the train.
Unfortunately. He brought with him a trail of destruction.
A pathological, biological damage only the most dangerous mothafuc*a could ever concoct.
Target: Balding man in his mid 40s clad in his oh-so-smelly white sleeveless shirt.
I have no idea why he was so stinko but one thing's for sure is he's a fishmonger or something.
And he sat next to me.
Yay.
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