remember once on the bus with my sister that someone was mounted smell [Tufo: mal underarm odor] . From the moment that man set foot on the truck, all the faces have changed. People squeezed their arms and everyone stopped talking. The change was radical and fast. I did not understand was what was happening and as good poop girl asked: "WHAT HAPPENED?" Poo just saw that I was not in defensive position yelled "Protect the armpits ". Even without understanding I turned to see the people around me and found a woman who beckoned me to close the arms. That day I learned that according to popular science Venezuela the stink sticks .
Here I learned that some of these scientific data Creoles are not all true. For example, it turns out that the gum itself is able to swallow. When I was little, my mom told me that if you swallow the gum stayed in your stomach for 7 years. According to native lore, the human digestive system is unable to digest the gum, so they chewed but not swallowed. One day I'm walking with a French friend, and offer him gum. After a while I see her swallow the gum. I went in crisis, "WHAT DID YOU DO? WHY ¿¿¿¡¡¡ ????!!!" In my mind, this was not the first time my friend swallowed gum and surely this would be the last of his life. She is frightened by my reaction and then used to the vagaries Latin, I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I explain that one can not swallow gum because otherwise you die. She laughs, the same way as the Virgin River Valley and the Sayona. "Do not you think if that were true the packs of gum would bring a warning?" Damn the mother, it is true, the gum does not kill.
Gradually, I questioned those made from native lore. Is it true that if you open an umbrella indoors is bad luck? Is it true that if you sweep someone's feet never marry? " it true that the smell sticks ?
The other day I was on the bus. She sat beside the window and held the position of the free side. Suddenly, the foul smell of homeless that has not bathed in months entered the bus. It is an older man, but does not look homeless. Rather it looks like a sick. He had a neck hanging device and a bit of gauze on all sides. Mr. and can barely walk, but no one stops, no one gives his post. At that moment I realize that the Lord comes to me. Please Jesus Christ, NOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!! The son of a bitch sits next. Never, NEVER, had smelled something so strong and come from a disgusting human being. Paris had to be the son of a bitch. What kind of hospital was this man who doused the nurses? In a French hospital! I closed my arms as ever, so I felt squeezed one of my Silicon prosthesis I was going out. I could not breathe, I felt I was going to vomit. Even though he was wearing a long sleeve shirt, jacket and coat felt the stench of this man stick.
When the bus was finally getting to my stop, I asked the Lord permit. This buddy could barely walk, glared at me. I also would have hated to be him. I apologized and explained, "I was low on the next one." It is not my fault that he is on a bus where people ride and get off at each stop. Again I watched as saying "if I could fuck you."
I left as threw bottles of a bitch bus and ran toward the house. She was desperate to swim. I felt dirty, smelly. When I got home and I took off my coat, it was like the plague. THE FUCK YOUR MOTHER!
Confirmed: The stench if it sticks.
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