I suffered a terrible realisation just now.
I was getting changed after my run when the customary stink filled my nostrils. However, on this occasion, there was another chap changing there as well, so to allay any suspicion that this funk had emanated from me, I mentioned the phantom ****ter, upon which he pointed out that, rather than abutting the gents, it was next to the ladies, meaning that...
...THE PHANTOM ****TER IS ACTUALLY A WOMAN!
:cry: This somehow makes the whole thing worse.
Erm, b? This dreadful smell? The one that assails you every time you take off your pants?
No. It's a foreign stink. I know my own aroma, thank you.
No, this one speaks of Tyne Brand Mince, Fray Bentos pies and few, if any vegetables.
So basically, to boil your point down if I may, you're telling me I smell of poo?
If you wish to be reductive, that's entirely up to you.
Everyone has a unique aroma. Some exude more, shall we say, 'interesting' aromas than others.
That is all I am prepared to say on the matter.
