Little wonder. They guy smelled rank — imagine a plastic Ziploc bag full of assholes, slathered in mayonnaise and left to broil in the tropical sun for three days . I don’t know if it was an illness, something he ate or just funky body chemistry, but my GOD. When he threw back his head and laughed, it got worse. His breath was the scent of a zombie shitting a three-day-old dead carp in to an open sewer pit.
Friday, May 22, 2009
She has such a way with words.
Its a good thing she isn't a paramedic. From Cranky Lit Prof
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