Bad Smells
"I once left the world's stinkiest guff in a lift before sending it down to a group of Germans, all bustling to be first in the doors upon its arrival," giggles Boarders. Tell us your stories involving farts, noxious gasses and unpleasant smells.
( , Fri 17 Jan 2014, 11:56)
"I once left the world's stinkiest guff in a lift before sending it down to a group of Germans, all bustling to be first in the doors upon its arrival," giggles Boarders. Tell us your stories involving farts, noxious gasses and unpleasant smells.
( , Fri 17 Jan 2014, 11:56)
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Safe sex
"Come on in and smell this", he said.
I was reluctant at first. I barely new him. I was at work. This was an important customer. Should we be this friendly after only a few meetings?
He beckoned me into his 'office'. A small dark non-rectangular room with discarded office furniture reclaimed as the occupier's own. This man. This hippy. This weirdo. He had hung posters on the wall of bands I'd never heard of. There were ancient sequential copies of PCW magazine on a heaving shelf. He'd positioned a growing collection of disfigured action figures around the room.
In the corner sat an old but serviceable safe. The type you see in black and white crime caper films.
"Come here", he said grinning, "Put your head in there and smell it".
The heavy door was persuaded open.
I leant in. I smelled. I grimaced.
"Smells like cum doesn't it?" he queried.
"Yes", I replied with a frown.
( , Tue 21 Jan 2014, 13:49, 2 replies)
"Come on in and smell this", he said.
I was reluctant at first. I barely new him. I was at work. This was an important customer. Should we be this friendly after only a few meetings?
He beckoned me into his 'office'. A small dark non-rectangular room with discarded office furniture reclaimed as the occupier's own. This man. This hippy. This weirdo. He had hung posters on the wall of bands I'd never heard of. There were ancient sequential copies of PCW magazine on a heaving shelf. He'd positioned a growing collection of disfigured action figures around the room.
In the corner sat an old but serviceable safe. The type you see in black and white crime caper films.
"Come here", he said grinning, "Put your head in there and smell it".
The heavy door was persuaded open.
I leant in. I smelled. I grimaced.
"Smells like cum doesn't it?" he queried.
"Yes", I replied with a frown.
( , Tue 21 Jan 2014, 13:49, 2 replies)
"Yes", I replied with a frown,
"but not anyone from this building."
( , Tue 21 Jan 2014, 14:09, closed)
"but not anyone from this building."
( , Tue 21 Jan 2014, 14:09, closed)
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