I am being poisoned. Toxified. Toxicated. Gassed. Surely, and not even slowly.
You see, I literally live with a skunk. Each time Babi lets off one of his silent but deadly killers, the stink wafts its way insidiously into my nostrils, assaulting my brain and massacring my senses. I am often left reeling from the catastrophic aftermath.
I am so chum lor...alone in this silent torment, resigned to a plight of kena olfactorily brutalized. Every single day some more.
His stinkbombs are sooooo bad they can wake me from the dead (I'm a bloody heavy sleeper lor). Satan himself would run screaming in the opposite direction should Babi pummel him with the fury of his farts.
They particularly stink to kingdom come when let off under the duvet, which Babi is damn fond of doing. Or I'd be stupid enough to be nua-ing somewhere in the line of fire, and he would let rip a blast right in my poor, unsuspecting face.
Waaaah laaaaan ayyye!!!!!!!
Is it his diet? My babi eats healthy as far as I'm aware, and he neither smokes nor drinks. Those utterly noxious fumes of his are by-products for sure, but of what exactly?! Any help please please pretty please? Desperation begets desperate measures.
I find happiness in slavery and servitude to my Babi, but getting fumigated out of my own room ain't my idea of reward for being wife numero uno. :p
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