Comments on: Ridin’ That Train… High On Methane… http://www.davepye.com/2005/01/ridin-that-train-high-on-methane/ Leveraging low-hanging synergies outside the vertical fruit box since 1999. Mon, 08 Mar 2010 01:28:06 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Thursday Throwback: On Tooting on the T | Pye in the Face http://www.davepye.com/2005/01/ridin-that-train-high-on-methane/comment-page-1/#comment-67936 Thursday Throwback: On Tooting on the T | Pye in the Face Thu, 18 Feb 2010 17:59:34 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=186#comment-67936 [...] and with car. My six plus years of blog posts are strewn with T experiences, but I came across this one today, it made me laugh and I want to share. For those of you still sentenced to the insane daily [...] [...] and with car. My six plus years of blog posts are strewn with T experiences, but I came across this one today, it made me laugh and I want to share. For those of you still sentenced to the insane daily [...]

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.davepye.com/2005/01/ridin-that-train-high-on-methane/comment-page-1/#comment-675 Anonymous Wed, 26 Jan 2005 15:52:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=186#comment-675 Hi Dave-<br />A little late on the comment for this entry, but it particularly struck me because of my experience at the gym yesterday. There I am, minute 43 of a 45 minute workout on the elliptical machine. A sweaty man with ALOT of back hair peeking out of his wife beater is traveling next to me. I am gasping for air when the hot sexy beast beside me rips ass something fierce. It was so bad I thought I was going to collapse. Far worse than the T in my experience.<br />Anyway- I am no longer a blog virgin- thanks to you. Very interesting reading...<br />I will keep checking it out.  <br /><br /><a></a><a></a>Posted by<a><b> </b></a><a HREF="http://www.blogger.com/r?http%3A%2F%2Fwww.davepye.com%2F2005%2F01%2Fridin-that-train-high-on-methane.htm%23comments" TITLE="jem5321 at yahoo dot com">johanna mills</a> Hi Dave-
A little late on the comment for this entry, but it particularly struck me because of my experience at the gym yesterday. There I am, minute 43 of a 45 minute workout on the elliptical machine. A sweaty man with ALOT of back hair peeking out of his wife beater is traveling next to me. I am gasping for air when the hot sexy beast beside me rips ass something fierce. It was so bad I thought I was going to collapse. Far worse than the T in my experience.
Anyway- I am no longer a blog virgin- thanks to you. Very interesting reading…
I will keep checking it out.  

Posted by johanna mills

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.davepye.com/2005/01/ridin-that-train-high-on-methane/comment-page-1/#comment-672 Anonymous Sun, 23 Jan 2005 07:34:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=186#comment-672 Butt To Nutt. <br /><br /><a></a><a></a>Posted by<a><b> </b></a><a HREF="http://www.blogger.com/r?http%3A%2F%2Fwww.davepye.com%2F2005%2F01%2Fridin-that-train-high-on-methane.htm%23comments" TITLE="btwhitely at yahoo dot com">Bryan Whitely</a> Butt To Nutt. 

Posted by Bryan Whitely

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.davepye.com/2005/01/ridin-that-train-high-on-methane/comment-page-1/#comment-668 Anonymous Fri, 21 Jan 2005 15:30:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=186#comment-668 Dave,<br /><br />As you already know, I am now a "former" T-Rider and have experienced essentially ALL of the pains described above. <br /><br />I do have a story of my own that you may have heard but that I would like to share with some of your readers. My first apartment in or near Boston was in Brookline, that's right, on the painful B line. Every morning I would stand out on the Babcock T-Stop and catch the "trolley" in to work. Of course I could go on about the BU students that would ride the T for 3 blocks, but I won't. <br /><br />My story involves me, one helluva hangover (probably after a 5$ pitcher night at Sidebar), 98 degree August morning and a hardboiled egg. As many of you may know that specific line is frequently "ass-to-cheek". So I wedged myself into a decent spot on the infamous B-line, when I suddenly caught a whif of an awful smell... the hardboiled egg! Just off to my right I notice a 2-3 yr old lil shite playing with his hardboiled egg. No problem, the kid will eat it and be done with it. <br /><br />WRONG!!!!! This kid decided to play with the egg, spitting it back up into the baggie it was carried in, spitting egg on his father next to him, basically putting the egg everywhere except his mouth. <br /><br />Thank god for the ass-to-cheek on the T because I passed out cold from the stench. I could go on and on about this, but I won't. I will say this, if I ever see that now 6 year old kid, I am going to kick the living snot out of him!!!!<br /><br />BTW, I F'ing HATE the T!!!!  <br /><br /><a></a><a></a>Posted by<a><b> </b></a><a HREF="http://www.blogger.com/r?http%3A%2F%2Fwww.davepye.com%2F2005%2F01%2Fridin-that-train-high-on-methane.htm%23comments" TITLE="briandoyle25807 at msn dot com">bdoyle</a> Dave,

As you already know, I am now a “former” T-Rider and have experienced essentially ALL of the pains described above.

I do have a story of my own that you may have heard but that I would like to share with some of your readers. My first apartment in or near Boston was in Brookline, that’s right, on the painful B line. Every morning I would stand out on the Babcock T-Stop and catch the “trolley” in to work. Of course I could go on about the BU students that would ride the T for 3 blocks, but I won’t.

My story involves me, one helluva hangover (probably after a 5$ pitcher night at Sidebar), 98 degree August morning and a hardboiled egg. As many of you may know that specific line is frequently “ass-to-cheek”. So I wedged myself into a decent spot on the infamous B-line, when I suddenly caught a whif of an awful smell… the hardboiled egg! Just off to my right I notice a 2-3 yr old lil shite playing with his hardboiled egg. No problem, the kid will eat it and be done with it.

WRONG!!!!! This kid decided to play with the egg, spitting it back up into the baggie it was carried in, spitting egg on his father next to him, basically putting the egg everywhere except his mouth.

Thank god for the ass-to-cheek on the T because I passed out cold from the stench. I could go on and on about this, but I won’t. I will say this, if I ever see that now 6 year old kid, I am going to kick the living snot out of him!!!!

BTW, I F’ing HATE the T!!!!  

Posted by bdoyle

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.davepye.com/2005/01/ridin-that-train-high-on-methane/comment-page-1/#comment-666 Anonymous Fri, 21 Jan 2005 14:13:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=186#comment-666 I don't even want to hear it. I’m five feet tall. You know what that means? Ya, that's right, arm pit level. bleh. The summers are simply excruciating. <br /><br /><a></a><a></a>Posted by<a><b> </b></a><a HREF="http://www.blogger.com/r?www.brokenfairy.com" TITLE="Kristabeachka at yahooREMOVE dot com">Krista</a> I don’t even want to hear it. I’m five feet tall. You know what that means? Ya, that’s right, arm pit level. bleh. The summers are simply excruciating. 

Posted by Krista

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.davepye.com/2005/01/ridin-that-train-high-on-methane/comment-page-1/#comment-664 Anonymous Fri, 21 Jan 2005 05:04:00 +0000 http://davepye.com/?p=186#comment-664 Yeah Pye - the T was a scary place this morning. Cops everywhere. Actually, I feel pretty good when there's lots of cops around. Hasn't always been that way - but that's the way the cookie crumbled. <br /><br /><a></a><a></a>Posted by<a><b> </b></a><a HREF="http://www.blogger.com/r?www.rubyourbug.com" TITLE="email at mail dot com">Snarky Livertits</a> Yeah Pye – the T was a scary place this morning. Cops everywhere. Actually, I feel pretty good when there’s lots of cops around. Hasn’t always been that way – but that’s the way the cookie crumbled. 

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