Your balls smell like sausage. Your breath smells like tuna. Your feet smell constantly. Your armpits smell like a high school locker room and of course, your ass reeks to high hell. Literally, you stink.
If you stink at what you do and you stink at what you do for hobbies, in addition to the physical act of stinking, figuretively you [...]
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