Mr. TangoI mostly just tell myself that everything is going to be alright. . . and I smell my own armpits by tucking my head into my shirt. It's my thing. Its for fun.
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A blog about things that I may or may not care about. I'm tricky that way.
sumpin' fo' ya
disturbing food smells
- Turkey sausage- Smells like farts
- Water left over from boiling hot dogs- Not really a food, but then again, neither are hot dogs
- Brocolli- Elementary
- Cheerios- Smell them next time you get a chance- they smell like pee
- Galumpkies- A Ukranian delight constisting of boiled cabage pockets filled with rice and beef- it smells like diapers
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