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Right now I am sitting in the library with somebody who is inadvertently causing my senses great offense.
The putrescent smell of soggy feet fills the air and I? Well, I cannot study.
Is it cruel of me to be writing publicly about this human? I wouldn’t tell you their name, even if I did have some way of distinguishing the perpetrator. For you see, there are more than 30 people around me and it could be any one of these studious creatures…from the stench of things, perhaps it is all 30!
For all I know, it’s “Donate-Your-Socks-to-Charity-and-then-Go-for-a-Run-in-Behalf-of-the-Less-Fortunate-But-Don’t-Forget-to-Study-When-You’re-Done Day” and here I am ranting about people’s poor hygiene choices. That would make a terrible person.
But in the case that it is not “Donate-Your-Socks-to-Charity…Day” and You, Mr. Stinky Feet Man, are reading the BLOG of a sensy-sensitive girl in Rexburg’s, then
I have two things to say to you:
1) Odor Eater. $4.94 @ your friendly-neighborhood Wal-mart.
2) How did you happen upon my Blog today?? (I've got to know, because that is just ironic.)
Lots of Hope for You in the Future,