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Well blow me down, and spit me out my salmon can gone awry Spilling in my lap and chair I think, that I, will die My co-workers gag and complain I'm embarrassed as all hell Never will, another can I bring to release, such an awful smell I've three more hours to contend smelling like a bad bait shop No way, no how, to pretend this odor, ever stops Home I'll go, when my shift ends and do, some needed laundry Nothing to say that could defend a stinky, clumsy, spilling spree Tomorrow, I'll procure Febreeze and apply it, liberally Hopefully killing, this fishy whiff escaping, notoriety
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
Never again Charlie
Well blow me down, and spit me out my salmon can gone awry Spilling in my lap and chair I think, that I, will die My co-workers gag and complain I'm embarrassed as all hell Never will, another can I bring to release, such an awful smell I've three more hours to contend smelling like a bad bait shop No way, no how, to pretend this odor, ever stops Home I'll go, when my shift ends and do, some needed laundry Nothing to say that could defend a stinky, clumsy, spilling spree Tomorrow, I'll procure Febreeze and apply it, liberally Hopefully killing, this fishy whiff escaping, notoriety
Yup, true story :| just today. So yes, I am sitting here writing this poem, smelling like I got ***** by flipper. 2Hrs left: Bob comes in, Bob goes out plugging up, his nose swearing like he hit a skunk claiming, he'll burn his clothes
#fish#humor#unforgiven#odor#stank#smell#febreeze#flipper#bob
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
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