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Inside the Prudential Center, Boston.
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The apology? Yeah, fuck you. You're not fucking sorry, you're sorry you got caught. You're a complete fucking douchebag. Fuck off.
Awesome.
There was some book I read when I was a kid that I can't quite remember the title of, but there's some part of it where the heroine, probably a 13-year-old girl, is talking to her parents about the equivalent of the "little Italy" in their town, and she, having heard it from her grandmother, refers to the inhabitants as "the great unwashed" - which her parents promptly chastise her for. (Update: Here it is!)
But that's the phrase that just popped into my head to describe the very upsetting smelly encounters I've had with people out in public lately. I'm talking old people, young people, people who clearly are not from here, people who are clearly born and bred in this very city, etc., etc.,
Why, why can't people just make an effort to not stink to high heaven?
I am so very tired of smelling B.O. Especially when it's from across the room.
Gross.
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"It was the wicked and wild wind / blew the doors down to let me in"
Coldplay
"And life is like a pipe / and I'm a tiny penny rolling up the wall inside"
Amy Winehouse
Really?
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