May 10 2008
∞
Finally, fresh air
I hope I don’t smell like second-hand armpits now.
It would be like if a guy farted in the elevator, then left, then someone else got on. You have to assume blame for an offense you didn’t commit, or try to somehow communicate, “It wasn’t me.”
(as recently discussed on YLNT, which I would link to if I wasn’t on an iPhone)