Mite: recreational dungs or drugs? That's one disturbing image floating in my mind that I don't want to follow through on!
AD: Diseased or not, you have gazed upon more junk than I. I've probably done more public demonstations of "how to put on a condom" though. I'm sure I've thrown more rubber c*ckes across high school theatre stages than you.
And smelling it when you enter a room. There... there must be a particular funk... and then you just know... an Au D'Diseased Junk. That's just fantastic. I am imagining the look on your face, AD, when you enter said room. The smell enters your nose. You don't look pleased. The displeasure crosses you face for just a second, then you mask it with a totally placid look of clinical professionallism, stealing yourself to the task at hand. Did you want to tell them to have some dignity, AD? To just seriously, have some dignity? I mean, it is understandable that there is a threshold of embarrassment, you know the point where your discomfort needs to exceed your embarrassment. Yet, I imagine that the longer one draws it out, the more embarrassing it gets and the worse it gets.
For anyone on the board who is oozing puss, I have never had diseased junk and took measures to make sure I never got diseased junk, so it is hard for me to be sympathetic. I am sorry if I am hurting your feelings. Please, just remember to have some dignity. It's okay to... to have some dignity.