Saturday, June 19, 2010
whiffenpoof
I cannot even utter aloud the name of the perfume I am wearing these days because although my picky, pissy, shitkicking sniffer absolutely adores it -- my dignity prevents me from acknowledging that an old hooker as olfactively discriminating as myself would sashay about town leaving a trail of ******** wafting behind her. UNSPEAKABLE.
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