Reek ‘em and weep

Not much to add right now, except that now living in the big city, even when there are no smokers in sight, entering a public facility, like a restaurant, can be exactly like licking out an ashtray with my tongue. And that means, “Good eats!”

Shouts from the Abyss

Most every day I do something unusual. Well, most every day. Usually on the days I decide to leave the house. You know – go out in public and shiznit.

This unusual thing I do is clean myself with soap and water. I generally try to make myself presentable and put actual effort into things like how I smell. Do I want to smell especially delicious? No, I couldn’t care less about that. On the other hand, I don’t want to reek like a hungry bung hole, either.

That means I try to wash off most of my body odor, brush my teeth, have fresh breath and put on clean clothes. I’m no Mr. GQ, in fact, I’m pretty much live my life as if wrinkles are the new cool, but having a dumpy appearance is my problem. Smelling disgusting is everyone’s problem.

I know life sucks and all, but…

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Bringeth forth thy pith and vinegar

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