My roommate likes Lysol. And Tag. And Axe. And some form of equally pungent perfume.
I once got a nosebleed from standing in a store that was too heavily scented.
I want to tell him to spray that shit outside, or in the bathroom, that it's basically as rude as farting, that I really just want to reach into his brain and make him grow the fuck up for wanting to smell like that vulgar, obvious SHIT
But I can't.
I hate being a good neighbour.
My fence is too well built.
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