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lostjohnny
January 19, 2005 at 1:00 pm

that story has to be a lie. as any teenage smoker will tell you, cigarettes cannot ignite gasoline. not even their “sparks.” and yes, i was dumb enough to try it back in the day. not now, oh no. i’m too old for that. right? you guys believe me, right?

Dean
January 19, 2005 at 3:03 pm

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I don’t have any really exciting taxi stories of my own, aside from run-of-the-mill incidents involving drunk, sick friends

Yeah… sorry about that.

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a driver from Hawaii that claims he picked up Mark Chapman in Honolulu 2 months before he shot John Lennon in 1980. According to him, Chapman told him, “I’ve got to kill John Lennon.”

GOOD JOB HANDLING THAT SITUATION, DICKWEED!!!

Gator
January 19, 2005 at 3:57 pm

I was hit on by a gay man when I shared a taxi with him in Chelsea. (but of course) He was a Wall Street type, and I was very frightened.

frog
January 19, 2005 at 4:27 pm

I was kissing my girlfriend; the cabbie became offended and left us on 20th and 10th Avenue.

Guest
January 19, 2005 at 5:05 pm

I had a cabbie driving me to Javits that explained he’d had a stroke and a heart attack, but still needed to finish his shift, so he’d had his friends just put him at the driver’s seat and send him on his way.

Then he lit up a smoke.

jennif
January 20, 2005 at 1:40 am

One night my friends and I after a particularly booze filled shindig all squooshed into a cab, 7 of us in total, even though the rules say you can’t have more than 4. But the cabbie was so cool about it. He was laughing at us the whole time and I think he was even swerving around on purpose just to really squoosh those of us up against the doors. It was a hell of a ride down 2nd avenue and luckily no one threw up!

~j

Guest
January 20, 2005 at 2:12 pm

McLaren Mercedes THE F1 CHAMP
>:Okill ferrari

bleekaface
January 20, 2005 at 10:41 pm

not really an exciting story. but going back home from a night out in town me and some friends hopped into a cab. Me, my buddy, and his girl were in the back, my other friend was in the front. It was just funny seeing the cabbie who can barely speak english turn on the interrior light, smack my friend around a little bit, then turn around to us and say “can you believe this fuckin guy, he’s passed out”. I dont know if it was the Chinese accent, the fact that we were piss ass drunk, or seeing an old foreign man slap my friend around, but that was funny stuff.

Guest
January 21, 2005 at 1:26 am

i had a cabbie talk to me all the way home about anal sex. I don’t even know how he got onto the subject, but nothing i said would change it.

He was telling me about a couple he picked, and the guy in the back was telling him how his girlfriend would strap on a dildo and fuck him with it. I was horrified by all of this and tried desperatley to stare out the window, thinking that my disinterest in the conversation would get him to shutup. Fat chance of that happening, he was on a roll.

He proceeded to change the subject (albeit very slightly) to his hemmaroids, and how whilst he was being examined with the doctors finger in his ass, he was trying to visualize what it would be like if it was a cock. He then went on to tell me that he couldn’t understand how anyone could find it pleasurable.

I got out of the taxi 4 blocks from home and walked the rest of the way. No tip? No shit.

Steve

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