My Shit [i]Don't[/i] Stink
January 21st 2007 Per our daily routine, Gene and I headed to the front desk this morning and politely asked the Kiwi behind reception to log us onto the Internet. As the receptionist took a seat in the desk chair to log us on, I copped a squat in the lounging chair behind him and Gene settled himself onto the couch. Shortly after I sat down, I flashed Gene a look of disgust and crinkled my nose behind the man’
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