P-town STINKS
I get on the MAX at the Portland Airport to ride back to North Portland and I am instantly aware that I am home. I am SURROUNDED by FATTIES. The first thing I see is this queenie fat kid who reaches for something and his giant gut flops out from under his t-shirt and hangs over his belt. BLUCH! Portland is SO disgustingly fat. Which reminds me of the plane ride that I forgot to tell you about. You can tell the people on the plane are headed to Portland by the look... AND SMELL of them. Some fatty needed to clean more. I got on the plane and the stench about knocked me out! I shit you not! It smelled like dirty feet and canned peaches. I have NO idea what part of ones rotting dirty body that could be, but it was just appalling.