Saturday, July 11, 2009

Bad Smellin' Hotel Room

Usually when the room stinks up, you can blame me. I can fill a diaper like it's nobody's business. That's how I roll. You should know that.

But not this morning.

I don't know what happened tonight. I don't know what mixture of food and alcohol my parents consumed at the wedding. But after the pipe organ concert that was coming from their bums all night long, the room wound up a nuclear wasteland that only the noseless could survive.

It was harsh.

Seriously, what did I do to deserve this?

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