This evening I was observant enough to pick up on the wretched VD/death/spoiled punch/moldy sponge smell whenever I entered the laundry room, but yet not enough to notice the accompanying giant, rotten watermelon cracked open on the floor. This is worse than vomit, people--I would gladly vomit on it right now just to cover up the horrendous odor.
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