1. I fail to see how this story paints me as “heroic” I told a drunk guy to stop pissing and an old guy to stop saying racist shit. In full honesty, had the train been full I’m sure I wouldn’t have said a thing.

So yes, you are just an asshole. Thanks for confirming, asshole. And that it took you three posts to get to your lame-ass corny joke. Do better.

Pretty sure Family Guy has a long cutaway gag about that scene.

So.... you’re just an asshole, right? If it makes you feel better, he did insult my favorite ratty old sweater, too. I did not have a good comeback for it.

nope. it was the last stop at 9:30-10pm, there were like 6 people left in that train car, including myself, the pisser, and pint-sized hitler

The old racists in NY are definitely getting more vocal.

If you take away my Newports I will fucking lose my shit.

I’m really starting to suspect we had identical childhoods. I LOVED Square One. Some of the math songs are still in my head to this day like the country western song about “nine nine nine. Fantastic number nine. Times any number you can see, it all comes back to nine.” The song about roman numerals, “I night...”

You are officially an angel. I can NOT wait to make this. 

Dr. Frasier Crane?

And it’s not even an accurate title, as my favorite all time GBBO twink is Andrew Smyth. 

I grew up in Boston in the 80s and 90s and stopped following basketball when Reggie Lewis died and the Celtics decided to stop spending any money on player salary for 15-20 years, and now I’m too old to start caring again. 

Running out of steam, are we? What, couldn’t find any more synonyms for “psychopath?” Not surprising. Two-pump chumps tend to lack stamina in all areas of their lives.

Or told the truth to get out of serving. 

So your one anecdotal experience with your child bears equal weight to the professional evaluation of a therapist with a doctorate in child psychology, who treated the child over several years. 

When was this? It’s clearly at Fenway Park, from the glimpse of the green Monster scoreboard and the Jimmy Fund shirt in Red Sox colors, and he’s much less fat and bloated, and his hair looks almost a human color. So I’m guessing 2005 or earlier?

“I know you are but what am I infinity. No takesies backsies.” Boy, the Algonquin Round Table really could have used your wit and insight. 

The irony of this post is practically radioactive. God grant me the self-confidence of a lonely, short-dicked moron on the internet. 

You really got nothing beyond “I know you are but what am I” do you? Pathetic.

Rambling screeds insisting another person is an unhinged psychopath for having the audacity to disagree with you and call you out on your antisocial bullshit isn’t a temper tantrum? Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, I guess.