badronald

Hospitals are vomitrocious.

I've had to learn to deal with hippie stink, since one of the neighbours on the first floor burn so much damned patchouli, you can't get into the building without choking on it. The guy who lives next to my bedroom smokes the skunkiest weed on Earth, and thanks to his proximity to my radiator, subsequently stinks up my room with it (while I reap none of the "medicinal" benefits, of course).

Still, I'd rather smell hippies than hospitals.