over lunch today a few of my colleagues and i were lamenting on our various experiences with the maladorous olfactory essence of another colleague of ours who, fortunately, was not present at the time (by the way, that's just a complicated way of saying that that guy suffers from body odour, or actually, it's us who suffer). an idea struck me, and i made it into a lil parody of a very famous song, just the first part tho. maybe i should develop on it. i used to write lil parodies and trash songs not too long ago. it's just for fun, but the idea of what happens in the song scares me, and i sincerely hope it never happens to you (and me of course!!)...
[To be sung to the tune of 'Thriller' by the late great Michael Jackson (R.I.P.)]
it's close to midnight
your girl n you are walking to the park
under the moonlight
you hear a sound that almost stops your heart
you start to freeze
so hoping that it will just fly away
but there is no breeze
to clear the air and it's tearin you apart
it's your girl's FART!!!
and it's a STINKER!
a stinker tonight
and no one's gonna save you from the draught of your stinky plight
yes it's a stinker
(pee-yooo!!!)
a stinker tonight
you're fighting for your life
beside the Killer Stinker
tonight!!!!
[ha ha ha ha.. (cough).. (choke)... (gag)...]
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That raised a stink man!
:D
ewww dude
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