You can’t smell shite in this cesspit of cheap alcohol, oversprayed perfume, and animal stench. (Dare)
Oh see, there you’re wrong. I live in this cesspit. Picking out the scent of shit is my specialty, and, Brother, you reek of it. So if I were you, I’d tell me what you did, or I’m going to turn you in to the Peltier bears. (Fury)

Autore: Sherrilyn Kenyon