I have to change my worst smell ever to salamisweat.
Hungover from hell, riding home on the bus once again and in wobbles the dirtiest, fattest, ugliest and most foul-smelling stenchbearer in history. This cat was wearing a Bathory shirt, face full of pizza pimples forever to be embedded on his face, his whole white tee drenched and soaked in sweat although it was barely 19 degrees outside and windy, his bitch tits swaying and nipples pink and visible, with his disgustingly fat and slobby hands swaying around and chafing his sides uncomfortably. He also had the nastiest bowlcut I have ever seen and a completely fat-rounded face. Yellow old Nike tennis shoes sealed the deal on the perfect choice for the next Bachelor show. I sat near the back and I could see the looks on people's faces as he waddled down the isle, turning their heads, holding their noses, few making gag motions.
Then he sat to the seat opposite mine and I understood what was up. Oh the humanity, I tell you. This guy just sweat out salami and cheese. It I know from experience that if nearly everything you eat for a few weeks is curry for example, day out, day in, it starts pouring out of your pores. But this stench was foul, uninhibited and just plain fucking
wrong. It took a few minutes to get used to the smell and luckily he got off after a few stops, but I had to squeeze my fists and bite my tongue not to hurl right there and then. A baby started crying when he passed it, I shit you not, and the mother couldn't stop staring at this meatwad with her mouth open. "Do people like this actually exist", she was clearly thinking.
Yes. Yes they do. The worst smelling man I have ever dealt with and all by his own doing. What is wrong with people?
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