egg rotten scent

it was the same old routine of me wearing that well-pressed lab coat and fitting my feet into my pair of hush. i was still half asleep when i reached the peripheral clinic. i was uncertain where my mind had lingered to. perhaps it had joined alice in wonderland. ya.. let's hope that there's a wonderland where the birds would be chirping merrily to lure their female counterpart and pepe le pew, the bad odoured skunk would be hopping behind those green bushes, busy discharging its egg rotten scent. hmm......i wouldn't be surprised that some XXs' mouths could be worst than the scent of a skunk. mind you... i am talking about XXs ( in plural form). well, at least my pepe looks handsome and cute when it hops. Those horrible XXs could just mouthed terrible things about you. to make matters worst... they grouped together and whoosh.....they take turns to fill their dirty brains about you. they keep those evil stuffs in the dark and you will have to hear it through the grapevine. can't they just mind their own business and keep their mouth shut??!! i don't think that they are that perfect to comment on others.... so why not you keep that dirty scent to yourself rather than to choke others with it??