Sometimes, when I ride the bus from home to job#2, which only happens once or twice a week, there's a guy who gets on the bus about halfway to work who smells. Not as in needs-a-shower-homeless-guy smells, but once he smelled strongly of ketchup, and saturday evening he smelled of roses.
Goe, lives in a very strange world.
1 comment:
How bad could it get.
Rach - who had to submit to Google, just to be able to post again.
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