Image by Mr. Love.
Nope, no contest. And maybe that’s okay… Turns out, the L train is much filthier, and I’m not referring to the stinky, senseless gross industrial carpeting on our BART trains. Eve sent me this Curbed item To the Girl Watching Porn on the L Train This Morning… saying, “Made me think of your airline wifi column.” Yes, wifi was not necessary for this eventful commute. Snip:
We nearly pissed ourselves reading this. Seriously. While we thought the G Train defloration and condom thing was funny, the story about the female watching some serious bang-bang on the L Train this morning may be even better:
To the woman playing hard-core iPod porn on the L train this morning, thank you for such an entertaining journey under the East River. Seriously folks, from approximately Lorimer St. to 3rd Avenue, this woman was playing some serious, butt-humping porn and yelling at her iPod, giving some twisted commentary that could be heard from both sides of the train. “Oh, here we go, here we go, THERE YOU GO, GET IT, GET IT, OHhhhhhh Damn, let’s get a close-up, zoom in, wake up New York check this shit out, close-up New York City!!!”
And this, friends, is why they call New York, New York the city so nice they named it twice:
Passenger reactions varied. (…read more, curbed.com)
* Note: in the image accompanying the Curbed piece, that’s NY porn director (and old friend) Joe Gallant.
