UGH!

Met this dude jana. He wanted to have some brochures written for his dingbat company that deals with used cars and electronics. Cheap bastard. Doesn’t wanna pay for shit. He offered a pittance for the services and I told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off. But the one thing that struck me was the guy’s breath.

Ugh!

The air coming from the man’s mouth could strip paint. Seriously, you think a dog’s morning breath is bad? This jamaa’s is corrosive like sulphur. I think if somebody stood close enough their skin would peel. And he smokes; how he does it without blowing himself up with the fumes I’ll never know.

Jeez! And again, UGH!