As the wave of glorious aromas charmingly assailed my nostrils, I gradually began to realize that the aroma was not just a gentle fragrance that would soon dissipate in time; would wind down into ephemeral disorder, but it was beginning anew. Was growing stronger with each movement of his arms, as though he were STILL eating a hot dog.
FRIENDS: What I had previously thought was the gentle aromata of say--a Hebrew National, or even a Ball Park Frank, was in actuality the MAN’S SMELLY ARMPITS!!!!!!! I’m reminded of this now, because I’ve just had the same thing happen--AGAIN! Thankfully, I’m not salivating. but DAMN this man smells RIPELY STEAK-LIKE! I’m talkin’ a porterhouse pungency steeped in Worstershire and A1!
You know when they say, "snitches get stitches?" Well: "If you offensively SMALE you should go straight to HAYUHL!"
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