I saw this thread when It came out and I didn’t want to comment, because I thought that It would be mean of me to mention this.
But the colleague who sits next to me suffers from coochie halitosis { the condition of having stale or foul-smelling coochie breath} - in quite a serious way (jokes aside). Smells as if she rocks 100% velcrose panties and washes with a sunlight soap scrub. Its foul! (and mixed with the sweaty pit stench makes it a vomit-inducing elixir).
So because she sits next to me and she is of the fairer race- im always paranoid that people would think its me funking up our small orifice (but this homie don’t play that), so I make sure that she never gets too close to me in a ‘tight’ situations (and trust me- people notice- but don’t say shit).
This broad is married- so I feel slightly sorry for her cunninglistically-inclined hubby (that’s if he goes down town on her). *puke!
So today its bad, ( most probably because its 31 degrees and she is most probably wearing the 100% velcrose panties) & as a way of being kind- I ask her if she notices a foul smelling scent in the air, she replies and says “Yes!” then proceeds to suggest that its her steak for lunch which is singeing my 3 nostril hairs to a crisp!!
OH HELL NO!
Some1 needs to break it down for this white sisterine! Like yesterday
« Last Edit: September 10, 2008, 12:25:01 PM by Enis21 »
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