SUBWAY DOUCHERY

SUBWAY MASSAGERY : Rubbin’ the Dogs

I hear ya, honey! You’ve had a long day of shopping for fake Louis Vuitton purses on Canal Street and those varicose veiny dogs are barkin’ up a storm! When you were a younger lady, you had all the stamina in the world to shop these city streets. But The Reaper is catching up and he’s starting at your feet! And no amount of jingle jangley bracelets are going to scare him off.

So plop that fucking easter basket you call a purse onto the seat, slip off your Dr. Scholl’s infused tennis shoes, and give your feet a massage like you were alone in the shower! To bad one of the grandkids wasn’t around so you could flip him a quarter and he could do it for you. As this subway rages into your golden years, know that you still have a few more miles to go before you sleep… at the Marriot Marquis in the Times Square.  

*** This classic photo was sent in by Anne. Thank you kindly! I can almost smell the vasoline foot cream. As always, Keep on Douchin’ ***

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    shit…. She did it...a private museum too… UGH!

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