My god people, we all have to stand in line together for hours.
Blue hairs: I don’t care if the last time you fired up the Edsel and gussiest up for town was in 1942, you smell like you ground up a bunch of French whores and soaked in it.
Player guys: Maybe that Horrible cheep cologne works on some skank at the club by sheer effect of it overwhelming the functioning of the nervous system, but I have to wait next to you asshole.
Soccer Mom: We can all notice you didn’t get a shower this morning. Now your smell is both unshowered, and a rodents ass gland, not better four your information.
I blame someone or something through voter suppression by chemical warfare, and I will have my vengence. I think I may have voted for Pat Buchannen cause I couldn’t see through my eye tears valiantly struggling to wash away pea-soup thick fumes, but to no avail.