While the I, Anonymous Blog is a great place to drop off your rants about killer hillbillies and swinging mailmen, don't forget it's also great for confessions! Like this one, where a first date at the movie theater turned horribly awry.
That's when I realized to my horror that what I mistook for simple gas was indeed a foul jet of blackest putrescence. It smelled like roadkill and sulfur, and it was sticking hotly to the inside of my pants.
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