For the past few morning in my 8AM History 132 class, I have been concerned if I was the culprit of this most offensive stench. I would sniff my jacket, my shirt, I even took a whiff of my pants...not me. I smell pleasently of Moonlit Path from B&BW. Nice stuff.
So, today, the guy who normally sits in front of me in the auditorium is now in the row behind me.
Sweet ******** Jesus.
You know how your grandparent's house smells? Like rotting meat and general lack of cleanliness?
This was his feet.
I gagged, and continued to gag as the source of the peculiar oder was not but three seats away from me. burning_eyes
And he was wearing ******** flip flops to allow the foul stench to eminate around the room. Dear God. Save me now.
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If words were as refreshing as dew in the morning,
If words could erase the pain,
If words were as calming as hot tea and weed,
I'd be God.
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