| Maal-odourous...?! |
[01 Dec 2004|12:13am] |
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Tunnel of Love - Dire Straits |
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The barista at my friendly neighbourhood Coffee Day came running up to me last night, just as I was leaving with my nightly cup of steaming latte. He wanted to know what deo I was wearing. He couldn't stop about how he had to get himself the exact same brand. Strangely, I wasn't wearing any deo that night, though that didn't stop me from mumbling 'Hugo' and walking out the door. Hell, he needn't know! So I guess I have what you would call a pleasant natural odour. Nice.
Or it may be that he was gay and was trying to hit on me. Either way, I'm pleased to know I don't stink.
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It's no go the Herring Board, it's no go the Bible,
All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle.
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