Jubblies

Here's another traumatizing experience that happened to one of my male friends:

I was on the rush hour 4/5 train with my messenger bag slung around my back and some fucking midgety-old man in a baseball hat and a Member's Only jacket squeezed in tight next to me. We got to the next stop, people piled on, and the back of one of his hands kind of grazed my jubblies. I figured, okay, well, it's crowded, he probably just slipped a bit. The next stop, it happened again and I flashed the guy a "What the fuck is your problem?" look and he kind of gave me a cold, blank stare. I moved my messenger bag to protect my crotch/loins and try to push my way to a different spot on the train.

Disturbing....