To the person or persons who have continuously decided to disregard the well-being of my nostrils…I’ve had enough. My precious trash can is not the dumping ground for your various food experiments. Every time I breath in, I get a whiff of indescribable smells. It seems my trash can is the only one who has been assaulted. Everyone else in the office seems to be safe. If you have a personal vendetta against me, please don’t take it out on poor Liam. Yes, I have named my trash can.
I don’t know who you are, but in the wise words of Liam Neeson, “I will look for you, I will find you, and I will make you empty out this trash can.” Was that not how it went? Darnnit.
-Anonymous…okay it’s bri….not the smelly food person but the person writing this. Clarification is necessary.