That’s right. You smell really bad. When I see you walking towards me on the street, I can tell that you smell by just looking at you. You look dirty, or greasy, or you’re smoking a cigarette. I don’t know if you can tell, but I hold my breath when I walk past you.
I don’t want to smell the stench of your bacteria-infested armpits. Why should I have to pay for your poor hygiene? How hard is it to buy deodorant? Can you really not smell yourself? I find that hard to believe because I can fucking smell you, and you smell of foot-rot and cheesy privates. How someone can smell so revolting, I’ll never know.
If you are walking down the street smoking a cigarette, like it seems everyone in Manchester does, I’ll watch the direction the wind blows your smoke in and make sure I don’t stand there. I don’t want to smell your rancid cancer. I don’t smoke because I think it’s disgusting and I certainly don’t want to smell the insides of your black, tar-ridden, crusted lungs.
You’re as bad a bus. I hold my breath when I walk past them too.
that was a riot Ani. My wife has essentially all the same sentiments.