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| Thankgiving in apt. 202 |
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So you have not encountered odor until you wander into the stench of Mrs. CrazyOldBitchNextDooratello creating a thanksgiving repast. GodDAMN! I stepped out of the door into the hallway and BAM! But not BAM! in an Emeril way. No, more of a BAM! in a filled diaper way. It was worse than any previous hallway shitfog I'd experienced. Worse than pasta fa stool, worse than goat scroat compote, worse than even the cheese vomlette. I think we're all thankfull not to eat there!
I hope she dies and they rent the apartment to pandas. Everyone loves pandas!
Damn it! - 2004-10-12
What's that fucking kitten doing now? - hiding in the fridge What is that crazy old bitch next door cooking? - leftover fuckstainsHow do I feel? How do you THINK I feel? I feel - Hayseed Dixie, a hillbilly tribute to AC/DC
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