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So I’m sitting there on the N train minding my own business, writing porn stories in my notebook, and these two dewds get on. Early 20s, tall, skinny, bleh looking (5 at best), long straggly hair, backpacks, baseball caps backwards, baggy saggy jeans.
And they’re a perfect couple. One dewd never stops talking. Loudly. Very loudly. A stream of conscious monolog. Non-stop. He’s either ADD and didn’t take his Ritalin or took too much Ritalin, or mixed his Ritalin with his Xanox, or else he’s doing speed. And the other dude does not say anything. Completely still. A marriage made in heaven.
Then motor mouth gets on my case. Wants to look at my notebook. Wants to see what I’m writing. When I do not respond, he goes into this riff dissing the Elderly. Something that could never happen on JUB, of course. So he goes on and on and on about crazy old people this, and crazy old people that. Then a guy tells him to shut up. But this just means he’s got an audience so now he’s really psyched and gets even more manic till the trains reaches a station (it’s an express, long rides between stops)
And suddenly, out of nowhere, this guy in a nice suit with a nice close cropped hair cut jumps up from his seat and shoves both dudes out of the car and on to the station platform. And he’s like incredibly powerful and incredibly pissed off. Not that tall and not that bulked. But boy he’s angry and the Force is with him
So now it’s kung fu fighting time! The dewds start kick boxing the guy (or what they think is kick boxing) and he keeps shoving them out of the car and they keep kick boxing back in
And since this is Nu Yawk City mass transit, nobody calls a cop and the conductor and the motorman are not getting involved and the doors keep opening and closing, opening and closing, opening and closing, with that irritating chime every time that the door closes. And finally, after about the fourth round, the guy in the nice suit pushes the kung fu fighters off the train and the doors close and the train takes off (which means the motorman and conductor knew damn well what was going on)
And this being the Nu Yawk City subway no one says anything. Everyone goes back to reading their newspapers and nobody makes eye contact. I mouth a silent “Thank you” to my Hero and he nods and then we break eye contact.
And now I’m back on JUB where no one ever, ever, ever disses Mature Men.

thats crazy man... lucky the guy in the suit "saved" u
the only commotion i've ever been the cause of on a subway was the last time i went to toronto.. a baby came on with his mommy.. and she was reading him a story.. and i was watching them cus the kid was SOOOOO cute... and all of a sudden the kid looks over at me... and giggles and laughs and gets the biggest smile i've ever seen...
and then she smiled at me and kept reading.. but the kid kept looking at me instead of paying attention to her... and me and the baby were just giggling and smiling at eachother(i'm a sucker for babies)... next thing i know.. I look around the the subway car.. which was packed... AND EVERYONE was watching me with a big ol smile on their face.. I went about 6 shades of red...
ok so its not much of a commotion.. but everyone did look at me![]()
