Time to prepare?

Time to prepare?

VD.  Fucking hallmark, but the wife wants to do something.  So we go out.  I come home, and send the baby sitter off with the wife to drive her home, and I hear Judas, the bag of chips, scream at me after she leaves.

I ask what the problem is.

"Your fucking baby sitter smelled awful!" Judas, the bag of chips, shouted.  "Holy fuck!" 

I noticed a smell, too.  I realized that the dredlock hair and the white trash clothes should have given it away.  The baby sitter is a dirty hippie!  Fuck, how I hate dirty hippies!

"Well, spray something!" Judas, the bag of chips, demanded.  "Light a candle!  Fabreeze the couch!  Anything!  Just get the stink of dirty hippie out of here!"

Well, I did what I could, but I'm not sure if the smell will ever get out.

fuck