On Smelly Dicks
merritt k

Swings and roundabouts, I once dated (albeit very briefly) a lady whose own groinal garden odors were so intense that they remained on the chair she’d been sitting on for a long time after she had left the room. No amount of subtle hints took and no man wants to say, “For goodness’ sake, wash your clunge!” So a break up was fairly inevitable.

You would think that they’d just teach basic hygiene at school, wouldn’t you?

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