From the New York Post:
"The REAL horror story was biking over the bridge - like I do every day on the way to work - and passing the horde of sallow, whimpering MTA riders, many wheezing, as they propelled their bloated bodies towards their sugary breakfasts and desk jobs." - Josh Boyer, Brooklyn
Maybe it's just the spirit of the season, but the Misanthrope feels a sense of joy knowing that there are kindred souls like this out there.
Merry Christmas.
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Which ones are your kindred - the biker or the bloated subway riders?
Biker.
Don't you drive to work?
I'd say 82 miles round-trip each day is a bit much to ask me to run or bike, no?
82 miles on a bike is nothing! I bet Josh Boyer, Brooklyn could do it no sweat.
I was just wondering why the biker would be your kindred spirit, rather than the subway riders. The disgust with humanity, perhaps?
I was one of those MTA riders (for one day), although I didn't wheeze or whimper one bit. But I did smoke a few butts.
Well, yeah, the general disgust with humanity. Why do I have to keep pointing out that the blog is called Misanthrope?
I guess it's because your sunny personality is so at odds with the whole "Misanthrope" concept.
We just keep forgetting that, deep down, you hate us.
That's definitely the first time I have ever been described as having a "sunny" personality.
Josh can fuck himself.... Hi Dave, hope you had a lovely holiday.
Yeah, Josh Boyer sounds a little uppity. "Oooooo, I ride my bike to work every day. Aren't I wonderful."
I hope he gets a flat.
Let's hunt him down for sport. I think we all know where and when to find him.
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