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3 days ago I had a panic attack while riding the subway over to work. Around 5-7 minutes after I got into the train on some station a hot girl with very big boobs and lips and with some luggage walks in and sits right on the other bench in front of me. Everything is okay and like 5 minutes later she started to take out her makeup supplies and start primping herself up. At first everything was okay, I kinda even gave it a quick fantasy when she applied the liptick on, I gave it a thought about how great it would be to stick the lipstick into her asshole and twirl it for a little bit and then she would push it out. 2 minutes into her primping session I began having a sudden panic attack. My heart started beating, my face turned red and people startig to stare at me. I didnt know what to do and there was a cop at the other end of the train car. So 2 stops later I exited the train and waited for another one. While I waited the panic attack went away.

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3 days ago I had a panic attack while riding the subway over to work. Around 5-7 minutes after I got into the train on some station a hot girl with very big boobs and lips and with some luggage walks in and sits right on the other bench in front of me. Everything is okay and like 5 minutes later she started to take out her makeup supplies and start primping herself up. At first everything was okay, I kinda even gave it a quick fantasy when she applied the liptick on, I gave it a thought about how great it would be to stick the lipstick into her asshole and twirl it for a little bit and then she would push it out. 2 minutes into her primping session I began having a sudden panic attack. My heart started beating, my face turned red and people startig to stare at me. I didnt know what to do and there was a cop at the other end of the train car. So 2 stops later I exited the train and waited for another one. While I waited the panic attack went away.

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I guaran-fucking-tee you it's related to the ARSON, son. Go ahead. Keep ignoring my advice and being a smart-ass. See what happens...

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3 days ago I had a panic attack while riding the subway over to work. Around 5-7 minutes after I got into the train on some station a hot girl with very big boobs and lips and with some luggage walks in and sits right on the other bench in front of me. Everything is okay and like 5 minutes later she started to take out her makeup supplies and start primping herself up. At first everything was okay, I kinda even gave it a quick fantasy when she applied the liptick on, I gave it a thought about how great it would be to stick the lipstick into her asshole and twirl it for a little bit and then she would push it out. 2 minutes into her primping session I began having a sudden panic attack. My heart started beating, my face turned red and people startig to stare at me. I didnt know what to do and there was a cop at the other end of the train car. So 2 stops later I exited the train and waited for another one. While I waited the panic attack went away.

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I guaran-fucking-tee you it's related to the ARSON, son. Go ahead. Keep ignoring my advice and being a smart-ass. See what happens...

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This happened out of nowhere. I was driving to Adultcon and all of a sudden it came on for no reason as I was sipping coffee and making sure I didn't miss my exit, which I did anyway. I barfed out coffee everywhere...all over my pants, in my hair, my seat, my dashboard, the radio, the gearshift...I don't have time for a carwash until Sunday. Not looking fwd to lining up for that shit with all the mass populus 9-5ers squeezing in the wkend errands before Monday. No napkins, so all I had was a map. Yep, that's my navi system- an actual map. Try soaking up wet coffee chunks on the 110 during rush hour.

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I'm sure you still looked stunning! I've never had a panic attack! I've been locked up in an enclosed space with no air in the back of a police van before and I remember feeling like I really needed to get out of there but I don't think i don't think I'd really go crazy unless I thought I could die or something

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I'm sure you still looked stunning! I've never had a panic attack! I've been locked up in an enclosed space with no air in the back of a police van before and I remember feeling like I really needed to get out of there but I don't think i don't think I'd really go crazy unless I thought I could die or something

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It isn't as interesting as it sounds - my brother was in the police force and his wife's brothers and I were driven around in the back of a divvy van during his buck's night. It was very uncomfortable and you couldn't get out and there was also no ventilation

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You've got reason to have a panic attack now. Al Sharpton and the rest of the negro community are outraged by the Sean Bell verdict. Stay away from Lennox Avenue and any other similar type places.

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In Harlem, Willie Rainey, 60, a Vietnam veteran and retired airport worker, said on Friday that he believed the detectives should have been found guilty, but that he saw the case through a prism not of race, but of police conduct. “It’s a lack of police training,” Mr. Rainey said. “It’s not about race when you have black killing black. We overplay the black card as an issue.”


Ayana Fobbs, 28, a pharmacy worker who is black and lives a block away from the Community Church of Christ, where Mr. Bell’s funeral was held, said she could identify with people on both sides of the Bell shooting. One of her cousins was killed by the police in a shooting in the Bronx in the early 1990s, she said, but she also has close friends who are police officers.


“I feel what the community is going through,” said Ms. Fobbs, speaking as she waited for a bus Thursday on Merrick Boulevard. “I feel what the police are going through. I would never say all cops are terrible. I’m a female, and I have walked down a dark street at night praying to see a cop...”

Among the dozens of black men and women interviewed in recent days, many said they sympathized with Mr. Bell’s family, but also with police officers who must make life-and-death decisions in tense, uncertain moments. “A cop is a human being just like anyone else,” said Kenneth Outlaw, 52, who was walking on Friday by the memorial on Liverpool Street that marks the place where Mr. Bell was killed. “If I had to be out here, facing the same dangers the cops face, I’d be scared to death.”


Others said that had they been on a jury during the trial, they would have found the officers not guilty based on what they felt was the flawed case prosecutors put forward. Still others said that they did not know what to think, after weeks of following at-times contradictory testimony in the news. “If I was the judge, I wouldn’t know what to do,” said Paul Randall, 22, a college student, on Thursday. “From following the case, it’s kind of hard to say one way or the other.”


Some of this uncertainty and ambivalence was on display on Liverpool Street on Friday morning, immediately after Justice Arthur J. Cooperman found the three detectives not guilty on all the charges against them. One hour after the verdict, no crowd had gathered at the tattered memorial. Someone had placed a blue votive candle on the sidewalk, and there was one old, brittle bouquet of flowers and one fresh one. The water-cooler jug someone had placed there for donations contained just a few bills...


Dorothy Omega, 70, a retired drug counselor, sat in the audience at Mr. Sharpton’s headquarters on Friday, waiting for him to speak about the verdict. Even here, in the Harlem building known as the House of Justice, Ms. Omega sought the middle ground. She said she understood the anger expressed by Mr. Sharpton, but at the same time, she said, “The Police Department needs our support, too.”


Her thoughts turned to Mr. Bell, and then back again to the police. “The police have families, too,” she said. “They have to live with this.”

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Because Rudy was a DICK.

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