Clothing Is Meant To Be Changed And Washed, You Stinky Bastard.

When you enter my home reeking of every greasy, deep-fried meal you’ve scarfed down in the past two weeks, don’t be offended when I light up an obnoxious cigar– the one I’ve purchased solely for the odd, unpleasant social occasion, such as this— to chase your ‘smoke-sensitive’ self out the door.

Old Burger Grease finale WM