Wednesday, August 14, 2002

Dude! Somebody dropped a bomb in the men's bathroom with something fierce! I'm not joking. Brotha can't even have a decent morning moment without breathing through my mouth. The worse part is it began to permeate throughout the front of the building. It can't be escaped. Resistance is futile--you must smell the rank pumice of somebody's ass. Cans upon cans of air freshener has been released to combat the foul cloud. Oy vey!

Song of the Day:
1.) The Smiths - Frankly Mr. Shankly.
posted by HZA | 9:29 AM | email | archive