your stench hits my eyes
like battery acid. Christ,
go stink somewhere else
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reminds me of when i was an off-ice hockey official. some of the guys who would come to the penalty box stank so bad, that i had to tell the on-ice officials never to give them penalties again, or at least make it a game misconduct.
i asked one of them once, why in god’s name didn’t he wash his equipment. he answered that if he can make his opponent’s eyes water, then he has the advantage.
I once had an employee that applied that same philosophy to working in an office. We had a ceremonial cubicle burning after he was fired.