This man fucking stinks. He smells like a burning mass of barley and hay. And inside the fiery pile, is a huge human poop. That is what this man smells like.
And I'm NOT being a mean person right now. I'm being JUST. Because his stupid, fat, German arm is like, completely fat-ing all over on me. It's in my Personal Space, and he doesn't have the right to put his body in my Personal Space!! I've been to camp!!!
The whole ride I was seething, concocting different plans for ways to move his Turkish Delighty elbow out of my face.
I decided to tell him the simplest way; by explaining that as a child, my rib was broken in two, and it hurts me every time he jabs me in the side. But then I realized he'd PROBABLY assume I broke it because I am a gymnast.
And I there's one thing I hate, is when people assume I'm a stupid gymnast.
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