August 03, 2005
So Sexy
Dear Mr. Smelly Man That Rode In With Me This Morning:
No. I won't go have a "friendly drink" with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that I "don't do Black?"
It has more to do with the fact that:
a) You smell. It's 8:30 am. Bathe, you freak!
b) You actually said to me, "You don't do Black?"
c) Your bejeweled gold teef.
d) You said you were: married
e) Then you said you were: engaged
f) Then you said you were a bachelor and even though your fee-yonce lives in a different apartment from you, you still had your own "space." Translation: you fuck around.
g) You were ugly.
h) Did I say that you SMELL? Like bad. Like your cologne did not overpower your obscene body odor.
Ah. Commuting with the Freaks of America.
Deodorantly Yours,
debu_sensitivenose
Well, there goes my plan. Things to do:
1. Cancel gold teeth fitting
2. Rinse off
3. Sell bus pass on eBay
4. Break up with fiance'
Back to the drawing board.
Posted by: simplygreg at August 3, 2005 11:42 AMWoman- Stop picking up smelly freaks from the road side.
Posted by: Rachel at August 3, 2005 07:44 PMEwwww. EW! Maybe you could install one of those plexiglass thingees that cabs have only you could put yours between the two front seats?
Posted by: Sioned at August 4, 2005 10:04 AM