Thursday, March 13, 2008
grr..

Don't you just hate it when someone who has just finished consuming a long thin tobacco-filled bundle of tar greatness waddles into a bus and sits down so close to you carrying a stench that is enough to wake the dead?

It doesn help if the sufferer (me) is suffering from a constant cough (i wonder who to blame for that?) and this blissfully inconsiderate commuter acts like his BO is an aromatherapy bottle of lavender flowers.

It gets my blood boiling so much so that I have visions of torturing that said commuter and feeding it to a giant murderous cigarette-shaped dog.

'nuff said.