| I swear, something must've crawled up inside of him and died. Every time he came out of the loo from pinching off a loaf, the rest of us would catch a whiff of something that could not be described in any human tongue.
Once it was so bad that we ran out of the apartment screaming. I found a coffee shop and sat there nursing a cup of tea for a good hour before venturing back. Even then there was a lingering odour that made me want to gag; death from asphyxiation at that point seemed kind of pleasant. Something wasn't right with him.
Had I known of this product back then I would've taken a loan out to buy a palette's worth for the guy. | 
