J5261988: My dog is producing smells that I did not think a mortal creature was capable of excreting. Indeed, he has a partially or cmopletely immortal set of intestines that he is unsing for the sole purpose of gassing me to death. Indeed, even now, he is farting, loudly farting, just feet from where I sit now. What horrible fate, what horiible line of events could lead me to this mephitical end? I ask you this, as my last moments come and the all enveloping green gas surrounds me…Why was I chosen…to won this dog…*cough cough* and lead it through its life twisting and defiling its intestines to the very point where they were capable of killing me, and then *cough cough*, finally feeding him the last sourdough chili cheese jack in the box burger? So here I lay, the fog of death in my eyes, the stench of sourdough dog farts in my nose, and I bed thee world, faresmell.
J5261988: *yawns*
J5261988: I didnt know that was going to be that long. I was just writing what I though (very disturbing) and this came out.
J5261988: I set the standard for stench.
SoAL Gilder: …
SoAL Gilder: im sure
J5261988: I was going to say this little thing about haw I was the sultan of stench… the king of …. But i was way too lazy. Rest assured, it would have been quite witty.
SoAL Gilder: ….
J5261988: and funny.
J5261988: You can laugh now.
SoAL Gilder: …
J5261988: and stop now.
J5261988: very good.