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Today, someone rang my doorbell. The moment I opened the door, a smell not unlike a cascading torrent of rotting flesh and urine hit my nostrils. I stood there for an eternity as a homeless man leaned on my door and desperately tried to convince me to buy an array of scrap metal from him. FML
At least he's trying to make something of himself.
Speak your mind, but please try and be respectful.
Thursday 10 April 2014