Charles Messina sponsored
Written 2/11/2025
The man in the elevator got in on the second floor with me, he with his wife and a strange looking dog, the dog looked cleaner of the mangy three, man looked like he been pulled out of a bog, the dog took a liking to my perfume, nibbled at my shoe and stayed by my side, the pong from man, was like dead on exhume, his teeth so colourful, his stare cross eyed. I cut short journey got out at floor ten, took stairs to my condo at forty two, wife was bemused when door she did open, she then turned me around to check for poo!
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