Do you remember that little bit of ground beef you put into the yellow Tupperware bowl to cook up for your lunch? Remember how it looked and smelled when you found it about three weeks later hidden behind the eggs and leftover pizza on the bottom shelf? Imagine a skunk had that fetid meat clutched in one claw while grasping a sulfurous rotten egg in the other when he climbed into my bowels during the dark of night.
That is exactly the way my frequent and semi-liquid ass emulsions smell this morning.
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