Smelly people must be shot to death, repeatedly.

I was boarding my flight back to Miri from Kuching on last Sunday and a shapeshifter (borrowing the phrase from the 62% evil michael ooi) was sitting next to me.

When I sat down after putting my hand luggage, immediately I noticed an unpleasant smell coming from my side, greeting my sensitive olfactory sense. I always have a heightened level of sensory perception when it comes to smell and taste. First thing I would notice about a person I meet, is their smell. *sniff sniff*

She smelled like she was dipped in shit for days, well perhaps she marinated herself in a pool of shit. No, I didn’t ask if she just came back from some kind of fetish spa. I was traumatised for the whole duration of the journey back home. I sat with my face facing the opposite side, reading my book and occasionally sniffing myself because, I smell damn good damn it!

I swear she farted few times during the flight. I could smell the sudden, heavily concentrated toxic fumes assaults every now and then so it must be coming from her smelly orifice, releasing it to kill me slowly. Could she be a hired assassin sent to eliminate me for making too many hairy jokes? I was choking in toxic fumes, afraid that I would die a smelly death next to a smelly person. That would be really tragic.

Smelly people should be shot to death, repeatedly!

ps: Come closer, let me have a whiff of your smell.. it better be good, hey!

pss: Do you know that BN politicians and some of their supporters also have a certain distinctive smell? Smell like shit. Too much craps, geddit? I bet my last fortune, Hishammuddin’s mouth is freaking smelly

Tags: Life, Me, People, Smelly ass, Traumatised, Travel