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I’m gonna try to keep this short today, mostly due to the fact that I’m busy packing for my move next weekend. Just kidding. I haven’t started packing yet silly face. I’m just extremely ADD and have been sitting here in front of my computer for the last 4 hours, checking facebook, twitter, and watching stupid tv shows… and now that it’s 11:15 and I’m already ambiened up, I don’t think I have many coherent minutes left in me.
My senior year of college I took an extensive Spanish class, which basically meant 3 hours of non-stop Spanish, 3 days a week. It was miserable.
What could possibly make 3 hours of abburido espanol even more excruciating?
I’ll tell you.
It was one of the first weeks of class, before I had spent a million hours with my fellow classmates and didn’t know anyone very well yet. I sat down, and as usual- attempted to quickly copy the answers from the back of the workbook. Which is something that I don’t understand, but I won’t get into that today.
So I’m sitting there when I notice a peculiar scent. A very pungent scent. To be more exact, it was of the “came from the ass region” variety.
I looked around, not sure whether I should bring it up, as I didn’t know who, or what, it had come from. It was pretty clear from the fact that it wasn’t waning, that someone hadn’t just broke wind.
I examined all of my neighbors, trying to figure out which one of them would be most likely not to wipe very well.
As I looked around the room, I could tell that I wasn’t the only person who was offended by the poo smell. A few people around me were snickering and looking around for the culprit.
I finally decided to speak up, and I asked the boys next to me, jokingly, if they had shit their pants. After a few minutes, pretty much the entire class was talking about the awful smell.
The teacher eventually asked what all the chatter was about. Everyone started laughing, and leave it to my big mouth to speak up.
“Ummmm… something smells REALLY bad in here.”
It was about that time that the quiet boy sitting behind me finally decided to speak up.
“Uh.. well it’s probably because you have a whole load of poop on the bottom of your shoe…”
I looked down at the foot that I had crossed around my knee, and sure enough… that sumofabiznitch was correct. There was a big load of dog shit on the bottom of my shoe.
Awesome.
Which leads me to last night. 
I’m sitting here, at my computer, one leg up on the seat with my knee hugged against my chest like I always do… typing up a post- just as I am now… when I smell something rancid. My two boy roommates were both in the room, so I go ahead and assume it was one of them.
After a few more minutes the smell did not dissipate. I came to the conclusion that it seemed to be coming from me!
I hadn’t passed gas that I was aware of, but I decided to sit for a few more moments just to make sure.
I keep my shit clean people. I mean that as much as one can mean that. I may not shower EVERY day, but I’m clean.
Even so, the scent was coming from somewhere so close to my, well my nether-region, that I was sure of. Eventually, I decided to suck it up and bend my head down to get a closer smell.
EWWWWWWW
Something wasn’t right. I went to the bathroom to check things out, as anyone would in my situation, and came out even more confused. I smelled just fine.
I came back to my desk and assumed my position and the smell was back. Suddenly, I remembered the Spanish class incident and checked my shoe.
All was right in the world once again.
My ass didn’t smell.
There was poo on my shoe.
WIN!!!
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