Exile
Unfortunately, like a fart, reheated curry only smells nice when it’s your own.
Here I am, being driven from the office to wander the rainswept city until the enfeebled airconditioning system can process the pong.
Like some indigent friar in my goretex cowl.
This entry was posted on Thursday, October 18th, 2007 at 11:54 AM and filed under New stuff. Trackbacks are closed.
And weeks later you’re still out wandering. Must’ve been quite the bassoon trill.
Posted on 03-Nov-07 at 10:21 am | PermalinkHi due,
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Cheers
KN
I’m back, to an odorless office.
Posted on 21-Nov-07 at 9:49 am | Permalink