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Ten thing about bombay locals

If ever Govt of Maharashtra imposes a congestion tax, i am going to supremem court to ask them to pay the local travellers, a rebate in income tax, for bearing the ignominy of travelling in that tin.

The top ten things I like about Bombay Locals -

- Free Body Massage

- Free Foot Massage

- Crushed Shirts (In sync with fashion)

- One is forced keep themselves clean and smelling nice (One has to smell the odor of their Deodorants, while smelling their armpits, just to avoid other nice smelling people)

- Free Face Scrubbing from people's butt (in case you are lucky to be sitting)

- One has to keep fit while trying to get in and out (both are different techniques and take time to master)

- One learns never to board Virar local

- If one is gay, he is pretty comfy. One does not have to pretend no tto be touching, everything you have is touching spmething that someone has.

- There is complete lack of sexual moves (No women, so it keeps men to themselves and harmless)

- You get to know how dangerous women can get. (Ever try to see women thrusting their pelvises to get into the local and you would know, why they are deprived of "you know what".

Anyone who has a problem with congestion, Can I honor me, by allowing them to ride on Local with me and enjoy a mumbai morning. I had change planet for avoiding this phenomenon. It stinks and it smells. How the fuck could they allow fish to be carried on trains. I want some people to look at the cleanliness aspect of this. And the best part, you will always find yourself not the worst smelling guy in the crowd.

it makes you feel better, only if you were a Pig.

Oink Oink.

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