Friday, March 14, 2008

Is that an 8-ball in your pocket, no, it's your peen.

On the subway with Q on Tuesday. Packed rush hour train. I only had her to hold on to and some man leaning on me. I felt something poking my butt/thigh repeatedly. Then I realized the train wasn't moving.

I still feel filthy.

7 comments:

Vittoria said...

ugh, i am so sorry. one time i was on the L train and this guy grabbed my va-jay-jay and i punched him then went to work and cried.

Mjones said...

There was obviously something wrong with this guy. As soon as realized what was going on I moved and pretty much hopped on my friends back. She just thought I was getting cozy!

Vittoria said...

well that's a fun way to deal with it! cozy is better than violence.

Mjones said...

I just didn't think fast enough to clock him in the jaw! I'm so not tough!

Anonymous said...

OMG, this is why i'm afraid of the subway..
golf claps to vittoria for punching him out though.

-spanish

J-Money said...

Yet another delightful reason for me to move to NYC: Unwanted Stranger Peen.

Mjones said...

spanish - this is why you live in the burbs!

j-money - The stranger peen is callin for you. Don't pick up the phone.