Once, God knows how, a large dead fish appeared on the verge of the freeway entrance I used to get to work everyday. It was a hot summer in San Diego and the thing stayed there for quite a long time. I got curiously interested in that fish. I always checked it out when I passed to see what the ravages of time had wreaked on it that day. I was quite disappointed when they finally got rid of it.
So, SwimmingRiddles, why don’t you do a fish? I bet it ups the stinky quotient considerably.
Alright, Moe. Do you hate any of your neighbors? Because I haven’t lived in my apartment long enough to cultivate a real dislike. One one side of the fence is a house with a bunch of loud kids (who, granted, labeled me “nice”) who would probably get into a stinky plate of meat pretty quick. On the other side is an old lady with a tall fence.
I think the preservatives in the weiners kept them edible the longest. Now that I’m thinking about it (God bless the internet), can hot dogs actually rot? How long would they take to decompose? Months?
Dumped raw sewage down our sewer line (the guy drove one of those trucks they use to empty port-a-potties and was too f’ing lazy to dump it at work). It completely clogged our main and we had to get the whole damned thing replaced. Turns out the duplex they live in had a connecting sewer line to ours which we never knew about when we bought the house in '96.
We did get them cut off and the prick that owns the place had to get a new line put in for them, but meanwhile we’re out $2K+ and our atty thinks our chances of recovering any of it is slim.
Did I mention this was in January when I was 9 months pregnant, too?
Hmm, maybe hot dogs aren’t what I want to use. Ground beef’s on sale here for .99/lb. A couple pounds of that ought to make me feel better.
I’d better stop before this gets bumped to the Pit!