Saturday, January 16, 2010

Not what it seems

This belongs to my son.

One might call it a ordinary, basic duffel bag, right?


"Bag of Death" is now the name that I will use in reference to the above gem.

A sealed up, sweaty, stinky, dirty basketball uniform left in the "bag" for three days, fermenting, is not a good thing.

When unzipping the "bag", a pssssssstttttt sound, like pressure releasing, will be heard.

The smell that climbs out of the "bag" will be akin to food poisoning for the nostrils and make you wish you could pass out to avoid it.

Don't ask me how I know.


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