I get to Fruitvale BART station and enter 4 women. These weren't your typical pick of the litter type chicks. These bitches were loud and pretty fucking annoying. Look, I get that you want to have a conversation with one another, but if you're all standing 15 feet away from each other (in a non-crowded train), why the fuck do you gotta yell?! Do you really think people want to hear how you're preggers and your baby's daddy still hasn't given up weed yet? Or the fact that "JoJo" isn't gonna pay you back for you bailing him out of jail last week? Ladies, please...SHUT THE FUCK UP! I can't even hear music on my IPod because you four are so fucking loud.
And to the one girl that keeps looking at herself in the window...you're not cute. Please stop looking at yourself and puckering your lips up like you're gonna make out with someone. Your mouth looks like a deformed vagina of some sort. Also, that shirt you're wearing...yeah, you do realize its 3 sizes too small for you right? Not to mention the sunglasses that could barely wrap around your chubby ass face. That's why you have marks on your face, b/c your fake Gucci glasses don't fit, just fyi.
It's okay to stand or sit closer to one another. If it's attention that you need, go to the fucking zoo. I'm sure there are hundreds of people that would be more than happy to throw food at you, take pictures with you or just want to hear the noises that are coming out of your mouth. Fuck, now you got me all worked up and you're making me want to throw someone off a ledge (kidding of course) because of your stupidity.
What's that smell?
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