Ben thinks my blog pretty much just focuses on farts, so this ones for him.
The other day I get home and my apartment smelled like burnt hair and garbage, so I made a comment to that effect to my roommate, "Bin." Bin said, "Its me, I've had *the worst* gas all day. I just tried lighting some matches and candles before you got home."
But does it end there? Nope. Bin continued to stink up our love nest. I made the mistake of walking over by his desk (he wasn't even near it) and the smell was so unbelievably foul I had to pull out a bottle of Febreeze and coat the chair. I then made it my business to chase him around until I could do the same to the ass of his poor, unsuspecting pants. That didn't solve the problem, but it was a start.
Yes, I Febreezed the love of my life's ass. What of it?
1 comment:
OH Bin. I'm sure his pants were grateful.
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