Andre Salvatierra. Coffee-Swilling Biped. Information Addict. Autodidact. Former Musician. Skilled Irritant. Experienced Metaphysical Bridge Burner. Mantastically Manly Man. Professional Insomniac. Sometime comic artist for the Manila Bulletin. Former paper-pushing desk monkey. Now a dungeoneer in a specialty coffee shop somewhere in London. A not-just-occasional poster of potentially friendship-ending acerbic-humor-snark. I like to blog about interesting things.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
On the bus today, a lady who quite clearly had bathed herself in perfume sat next to me. To avoid suffocating from the near-field ecosystem completely alien to humans in their right minds, I quickly took to another seat.
To my delight, another woman sat down next to me, and she was the polar opposite of perfume lady: this fine specimen of the fairer sex exhibited an overpoweringly horrible body odor that threatened to completely implode several blood vessels in my skull. She had the aisle seat. I was trapped.
While I was busy choking to death, a mildly unsexy, scantily-clad punk-rock chick with an 80’s-Boy-George-hairdo in the front row of the bus stood up, exhibiting her tastefully revealed ass-crack, deciding to pull up her pointlessly-belted pants in full view of the entire bus as opposed to just doing it in her seat, for the viewing pleasure of all currently riding in that rolling, red tin can of olfactory death and destruction.
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