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March 3, 2015
So it pulls away from the station and into the tunnel and I’m thinking this can’t possibly get any worse.
Then our conductor starts to make an announcement about delays or something but I can barely understand him because he’s mumbling like an idiot.And that’s when I notice that we’re now above ground, which is odd because this line doesn’t normally go over a bridge. Except I realize we’re not on a bridge—we’re on a barge heading out to sea. Then the conductor says something else, and this time I barely make out the words. He says, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are being held momentarily on a barge heading out to sea. Thank you for your patience.” McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Sorry I’m Late, But This Morning’s Commute Was a Killer.
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He should have punched her in the face.
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at March 4, 2015 10:21 AM
That was a mighty fine yarn!
Posted by: Mother Effingby at March 4, 2015 11:15 AM
May be the folks are just being journeyed to a detention center. For their own protection, of course.
Posted by: Terry at March 4, 2015 12:57 PM
McSweeny knows that 'They are among us.' If you doubt the truthfulness of his report, explain why the quicksand pits are filling up with horseless carriages. Auto-suggestion?
Posted by: Stug Guts at March 4, 2015 6:11 PM
On the Planet Bollox there is no air, just ammonia. As a dwarf planet their subway system has only one coach and a haffa mile of track.
Posted by: chasmatic at March 5, 2015 6:18 AM