Aromatherapy

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I was wandering around Clifton in Bristol. For those of you that don't know, it's a very wealthy, expensive part of town that is achingly trendy and full of hipsters and pop up vegan cafes.

I had a curry the night before, and a skinful of beers. desperate for a shit, I nipped into a free trade vegetarian, anti fox hunting and CND coffee shop.

It has one unisex toilet, so in I went. I opened the gates of Hell and the devil came out, steaming and chuntering in a nixious tidal wave of jalfrezi and San Miguel poison. In fact, it was so disgusting it took me ages to wipe my arse and the stink was worse than the air of Fallujah.

As I left, I saw a line if three smart and trendy young women waiting to use the cubicle, one of whom had a pretty little girl with her, all dresses in a frock and ribbons in her air.

I could feel the atmosphere behind me physically burning the skin on the back of my neck.

So I strolled out, right past them and fucked off out if the coffee shop.

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I was wandering around Clifton in Bristol. For those of you that don't know, it's a very wealthy, expensive part of town that is achingly trendy and full of hipsters and pop up vegan cafes.

I had a curry the night before, and a skinful of beers. desperate for a shit, I nipped into a free trade vegetarian, anti fox hunting and CND coffee shop.

It has one unisex toilet, so in I went. I opened the gates of Hell and the devil came out, steaming and chuntering in a nixious tidal wave of jalfrezi and San Miguel poison. In fact, it was so disgusting it took me ages to wipe my arse and the stink was worse than the air of Fallujah.

As I left, I saw a line if three smart and trendy young women waiting to use the cubicle, one of whom had a pretty little girl with her, all dresses in a frock and ribbons in her air.

I could feel the atmosphere behind me physically burning the skin on the back of my neck.

So I strolled out, right past them and fucked off out if the coffee shop.

That is delightfully descriptive, and anticipating the red ribbons to be gaseously knocked off the poor girl's head is wildly funny. Jalfrazi can do that. Yes sir. Haha anti fox-hunting. Skunked-out bathroom too.