Just when you think you've seen it all on the train a woman will sit down across from you, close her eyes, reach into her messenger bag and pull out a small stone with an odd native looking symbol carved into it. She will then slowly rub the rock on the palm of her hand, over and over, all around the palm, with a look of pure bliss on her face (eyes still closed) and she will continue to do this for about ten minutes. As the train approaches her stop she will put the stone back in her bag and slowly open her eyes and disembark. She had the look of an ultimate orgasm on her face, or a look that kind of said she was just visited by Jesus, either one will do.
The train rocks. And stones too, I guess.
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Female version of "getting your rocks off?"
public transportation rocks...wish dallas would get their crap together. seriously, we have to DRIVE to the train station??? doesn't that defeat the purpose?
I actually drive to the train too. The train station isn't too far from my house but I just can't bring myself to taking a bus. I have standards, you know.
Yes, but how far is your drive? I think the closest station that you can park & ride for me is almost 10 miles. It's about 22 to work...see what I mean?!
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