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Is it wrong that I fight a powerful urge to throw stinky bastards on the bus out of the closest window? I'm not just referring to people whose last shower came in the form of a thunderstorm; in fact, I can kinda excuse that.
No no, the folks who earn my wrath and the nickname "smelly motherfuckers" are the ones who seem to think cologne is a suitable substitute for soap, and douse themselves in enough of the noxious stuff for me to wonder if they're newly employed as sanitation workers who have yet to get used to the smell of real human waste and combat it by drowning in a wave of fabricated human waste.
This is the kind of stuff I'm thinking about when it looks like I'm reading during the morning commute. This is also the kind of stuff that makes me dream for either: a. new transport; or b. an underground bunker.
No no, the folks who earn my wrath and the nickname "smelly motherfuckers" are the ones who seem to think cologne is a suitable substitute for soap, and douse themselves in enough of the noxious stuff for me to wonder if they're newly employed as sanitation workers who have yet to get used to the smell of real human waste and combat it by drowning in a wave of fabricated human waste.
This is the kind of stuff I'm thinking about when it looks like I'm reading during the morning commute. This is also the kind of stuff that makes me dream for either: a. new transport; or b. an underground bunker.