Anyway, there's a right smelly bastard sitting next to me (not my Dad). Not the smell of someone who hasn't showered that day, more like the smell of someone who has spent a month living in KP's y-fronts. Absolutely disgusting.
As you know, I'm not one to hurt someone's feelings, so while he was staring at my ample bussom, I tactfully told him he was a disgustingly smelly individual who should be ashamed of his odour. So much for tact, because he told me to fuck off and then continued watering the weeds that were growing out of his crotch.
I've written a strong letter to Ken saying they shouldn't let smelly bastards into the ground, but that was over a week ago and no reply. He's probably out hunting for the missing 7000 fans.
So what do I do? My nostrils can't take another 90 minutes of that smell. I'm asking for your advice on Nuts because I suspect most of you are smelly bastards so you'll know the best way to approach this.
Thanks in advance.