You know its bad when you wear holes in your booties from walking what should be a shuttle, a ride which was repeatedly denied due to the noxious, ociferous, and funkorfeous amonia like stench that waifts out of tiny openings in your neck gasket. Who would pick up a poisoned kayaker?
I typically loose several layers of epidermis to the toxic funkness of it all.
Still, I can't bring myself to buy a new fuzzy rubber or neoprene shorts, a.k.a. " the gravy makers"
Does this condom make me look fat?