#train chronicles

[granny-s-house]

Train chronicles: mai sedersi vicino ai bambini! | Granny's House

Nella Train Chronicle di oggi vi racconto del potere deleterio dei bambini seduti accanto al proprio sedile: mai, dico MAI, sedersi vicino ai bambini!

Train chronicles: mai sedersi vicino ai bambini! Nella Train Chronicle di oggi vi racconto del potere deleterio dei bambini seduti accanto al proprio sedile: mai, dico MAI, sedersi vicino ai bambini! Leggi l'articolo: http://grannyshouse.altervista.org/blog/train-chronicles-mai-sedersi-vicino-ai-bambini/

[granny-s-house]

Train Chronicles: I questuanti | Granny's House

Nella Train Chronicle di oggi vi parlo dei questuanti: sono quelli che incontriamo tutti i giorni per strada, in stazione o in treno.

Train Chronicles: I questuanti

Nella Train Chronicle di oggi vi parlo dei questuanti: sono quelli che incontriamo tutti i giorni per strada, in stazione o in treno.

Leggi la storia: http://grannyshouse.altervista.org/blog/train-chronicles-questuanti/

[thotimusprime]

Young white men are so fucking problematic I'm on the train with 4 high schoolers 3 of which are white and 1 who looks mixed they're all 'friends'but some how 2/3 are picking on the 'mixed' kid he was brushing it off but it took all my sanity to not intervene but I was watching closely just in case they went to far

[naehead]

Moments

So I was on the B train heading to my job, when I saw these tone calves in tight ,burnt orange pants. Which made my eyes slowly look up to some curvey thighs. Type of thighs that weren't too big. They were just the right thickness to sit on your lap without falling off. These thighs then followed to a nice size ass. Not the "Damn baby got back" ass, but that ass that sits in French cut panties and cups right on the bottom. My eyes kept moving up to a professional black blazer and shirt with a lovely necklace that mad the outfit pop. Kerry Washington skin tone, neck slim enough to grip when you pin them down and fuck them, defined chin, full lips, hair twisted and pinned up....... And that's when she made eye contact, and I saw the lightest, prettiest brown eyes. They were so soft that it instantly made me do my side smile. To my surprise she smiled back at me. This made me smile even wider. Couldn't get to her to say anything, because of the crowd on the train. We played with our eye contact for two stops. Her looking back and forth at me and her phone. I was just staring and didn't give a fuck about who knew it. She got off at West 4 th street and I had to go to Broadway Lafayette. Damn. That simple interaction made my whole Fucking night. Thank mystery lady. I really needed that.

[goldbarnone]

How many times is this nigga gonna say "I will buy yo howse"?

[jeff-goldblums-laugh]

You know when you're on a train and the only space left is next to a smelly person who coughs or blows their nose a lot? I am that person

[bakethatlinguist]

There's a dude on my train who I looks like Hari Kondabolu from the side.

I couldn't see his face at first, so I was like there's no way Hari is on my subway train. Once people finally got of the train I saw his face and it wasn't him. I was thoroughly disappointed, even though I figured it wasn't him.