FaceTuned Turd

I walked past him in the hallway and thought I was in a garbage can.

She smelled like a gym sock that had been left in a hot car.

He sat next to me on the bus and I could tell he hadn’t washed his butt since the moon landing.

I thought I was going to die when I sat down next to her at lunch.

He walked in and I thought the whole room had a bad case of athlete’s foot.

She smelled like a gym sock that had been dipped in a sewer.

I could tell he hadn’t washed his butt since the last time he changed his socks.

She smelled like a moldy sock that had been left in a basement for a year.

He came in and I thought the air had turned into a fart machine.

She walked in and I thought I had been trapped in a garbage can for a week.

He smelled like a sock that had been left in a toilet.

I could tell he hadn’t washed his butt since he discovered the word ‘fart’.

He sat next to me and I thought the whole room had a bad case of stink disease.

She smelled like a sock that had been left in a hot car for a month.

He came in and I could tell he had a butt that smelled like a sewer.

She walked in and I thought the room had been filled with a fart machine.

He smelled like a sock that had been left in a garbage can for two years.

I could tell he had a butt that smelled like a moldy sock that had been left in a sewer for a decade.