Okay, you special, special Picnicface fan-girl. It’s time for a reality check. You were at the Tuesday show @ Yuk Yuks, and you smelled like a pail of smoked shit, stored in a damp laundry hamper full of your moldy, yellowed exercise shorts. No, it wasn’t perfume, it wasn’t “natural scent” living, which I’m cool with…you fucking stank. What the hell is wrong with you? I’m amazed that your (surprisingly loyal) friend could put up with that cloying reek for the entire show – let alone the rest of the time spent with them where ever else you’ve left your trail of eye-watering monkey stank. Here’s a tip: next time you coincidentally happen to have some free time and five bucks burning through your pocket, stay home, turn it into quarters and do some fucking laundry. Jesus.
This article appears in Nov 13-19, 2008.
Eeeewwww! I can’t understand why someone would go out in public smelling like that.
Not only am I in agreement with this sentiment, but I hereby nominate the above as “Most Eloquent Bitch” of 2008. Bravo, OP. Bravo. 😀