I’m not entirely convinced this man wasn’t playing with himself on the train.
(Props to me for the stealthily taken camera phone picture.)
I’m not entirely convinced this man wasn’t playing with himself on the train.
(Props to me for the stealthily taken camera phone picture.)
Orrr it wasn’t so stealthy after all and those around you were left wondering why you were taking photos of a man playing with himself.
Oh totally. The people on the left side of me HAD to see me do it. The iPhone has quite a big screen, so it was pretty obvious. They’ll probably just assume I took the picture so I can play with myself to it at home.
As long as you weren’t playing with yourself watching him play with himself.
I’m a bit grossed out…
The time honored tradition of pocket pool.
On my feeder, the last two posts came up together. I was thinking for a moment, ‘this is surely an odd way to start out the children’s series’.
All that watching Alias is starting to finally pay off.
I dunno, there’s something classy about the way he semi-discretely covered his junk with a jacket. Also the fact that it’s on the Metro North.
Much classier than my run-in with the homeless public masturbator on the 7 train coming back from the U.S. Open at 11 PM.
haha hilarious
I’m mildly nauseated, yet impressed with the stealth photography skills!
Okay, so who would be so sexually desperate that it would seem like a good idea to fiddle with oneself on a passenger train? Is there something inherently sexy about a train? Something that spikes your testosterone to levels that cause urges that can’t be denied?
I’ve seen this happening on a plane, but never the trai, despite the well-known tradition that the backmost car in BART isthe place for gay guys to hook up during transbay rides.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
the worst part is that with a FUPA (fat upper personal area) like that you know he’s got to really dig in there just to touch the poor wilted stem.