Saturday, August 17, 2013

The glorious return of Free-Shirt

A particularly, ah, fragrant man was pushing Free-Shirt around while she tried to do a preorder for him.

"God. That guy smelled like all of my uncles," she said, after he finally left. "Like, cheap booze and dirty clothes."

"So, he smelled like a druncle?" I asked.

"Yes! He smelled like multiple druncles."

I challenge all of you to use the word "druncle" at least three times today. No, seriously. Your day will be better for it.

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