I wrote a whiny rant about smokers on the platform and too much cologne on the train, but my.phone ate it. Heh. Keeping me honest, I guess...
"Smokin' on the platform...
Make sure ev'r'body basks in my cologne." Isn't that how the song goes? I've been avoiding going to the gym in part because the walk down Nicollet and other downtown streets means breathing second hand smoke for ten long blocks. Definitely "Paradise By the Dashboard Lighter."
And this one goes out to all those inveterate smokers who also have to inhale: "Livin' on the nebs." Weak, yeah, but so is that shizzle.
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