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Fun MARTA stories...

A legless man, hanging from a pole by his own strength, asking to fight a man with all 4 appendages, all in the form of a rap? It may not be happy, but it was one hell of an ending for a ride.

Saw the same guy some time later and I think he had a stroke, have of his face is paralyzed and he sounds like Ted after they put his stuffing in backwards.

Somebody shoulda got that in a video.
 
A legless man, hanging from a pole by his own strength, asking to fight a man with all 4 appendages, all in the form of a rap? It may not be happy, but it was one hell of an ending for a ride.

Saw the same guy some time later and I think he had a stroke, have of his face is paralyzed and he sounds like Ted after they put his stuffing in backwards.

I know, I know.....but the Indian guy did the courteous thing and that was the thanks he got? I was hoping it was going to end with Mr. No-Shins needing the "Amberlamps"........hahahaha, see what I did there?
 
The one your mother works at?. She said I was "too boo koo" but she did eventually enjoy this fine specimen of Alabama Black Snake.

meh that species has been extinct for a while in these parts. besides i was going to refer you to the "open closet Parlor"

i feel like its more.....up your alley so to speak :)
 
Many years ago, when I was growing up in Atlanta, I was riding the bus from Sandy Springs back to Buckhead. I got on the bus on a crowded summer day and was (un)fortunate enough to get a seat, with a spare spot next to me. At the next stop, a young Indian/Pakistani woman boarded the bus. Being a gentleman, I offered her to sit next to me in the last remaining seat. Let me tell you, she STANK like she had been rolling in bucket of crushed garlic mixed with gym locker body funk. I bit my lip for a couple of stops, then "opportunity" boarded. I offered a nice looking young black man my seat. I told him that I would be getting off of the bus shortly and that he was welcome to my seat. He thanked me, unknowing of my sinister plan of escape. I grasped a breath of fresh air as I moved forward on the bus. I stopped and explained the cruel hoax to a couple of guys riding. All three of us snickered as we looked back at the same time to see a glare in the guys eyes that could start a forest fire. About two stops further, we looked back to see him standing while the woman sat alone. 100% true story.
 
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