You've probably heard about the deadly train crash that occurred on New York's Metro-North line yesterday morning, killing four people and injuring dozens more. I actually rode that train line every day for about two and a half years in the mid-90's. I am, in retrospect, terrified to think about all the days I dozed in my seat as the train careened through "one of the sharpest curves in the Metro-North system." Ah, the uneasy nostalgia of bullets dodged!
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On a lighter note, doesn't the sport of football have enough of a problem with subliminal homoeroticism without the announcers talking about how Seattle has "great backside penetration"?