A couple sits on a sofa. He has foot odor
and she has mouth odor. After a moment
of awkward silence, she says, “Paul,
I have to tell you something.” “No
need,” Paul raises his hand,
“it’s OK. I know you
ate my socks.”
April 26, 2024
A couple sits on a sofa. He has foot odor
and she has mouth odor. After a moment
of awkward silence, she says, “Paul,
I have to tell you something.” “No
need,” Paul raises his hand,
“it’s OK. I know you
ate my socks.”