| | | I did a horrible thing once. I was drunk. I fed my exboyfriend room freshener. Not a squirt of Febreeze, but concentrated one-drop-per-litre-of-water stuff. Told him it was whisky.
In all fairness, he clearly shouldnt have been so drunk as to believe me. And yeah, there was a mixture of smells of flowers and puke around him for a couple days. |
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