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Ewwww!

The stench, the stench. Oh, my gawd! The stench!

Tears well up in my eyes as I try to hold my breath.

Forced to flee from my chosen seat,

I can’t move fast enough.

Something must have died,

deep inside his rectum.

Rectum? Damn near killed ’em!

The cats run away with a case of the zoomies.

Dear gawd, someone light a candle or two!

Spray the deodorizers, coughing ensues.

There’s nothing strong enough

to conquer this beast.

But to flee the house and let it air out.

Maybe give it an hour or two at least.

Maybe then we can start to breathe again.


A little humor as family and friends start to gather, enjoying foods they don’t normally have, and imbibing in spirits. You know it’s going to happen!

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