Thursday, 1 October 2015
Ewwwww
Down wind on the train of a certain young man who is not only having a flirtatious conversation on the phone, but a loud one & goodness me the recipient of said phone call needs to grateful that "smell o vision" has yet to be invented as he honks - a smell which is reminiscent of infected belly buttons/stale sweat/ tramps bum crack & other such fausty smells.
I am trying not to gag & retch on a smell that I can taste.
( Disclaimer: Please note I have never personally smelt a tramps bum crack, but I do have an older brother who would stick his finger In his belly button and rub it under my nose and fart in carrier bags and proceed to wedge them over my head......)
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