Sunday, April 09, 2006

I don't understand some things.

Like my father's disregard for certain smells. In his room. Or his disregard for personal hygiene.

I also don't understand how when I start with homework, it ends with me on the computer.

1 comment:

Aresha said...

hahahahahaha
pa and ash's smelly room. it's like a mixed potpourri of vile-esque male stink which involves:-

1. a certain always-unflushed beige toilet bowl with such a high concentrate of toxic piss that i'm amazed the bowl hasn't disintegrated yet.

2. Occasionally it'd be joined with the delightful aroma of a freshly baked loaf of arse-bread by the family's favourite dose of the vegetarian. She gets the award; But most of the time it's when yoghurt-sausage boy squats on a seated toilet bowl (beige again) leaving the grossest shit ever known to mankind that it would have to be cordoned off and whisked away to the nearest museum or classified in an x-file.

3. The smell of sweat and drool on their sheets.

4. The fact that I do know that the both of them secretly enjoy showing each other their love by expelling a hearty fart under the covers. (Why do you think they both sleep looking in the other direction with an identical bolster? It's for proper propulsion)

Ok bye niles.