Yesterday, as I was roaming the Real Alcazar palace in Sevilla, I came upon a beautiful terrace with a gurgling fountain and plentiful flowers.
There was a man there with a nice camera, so I thought I'd ask him to take my picture.
Just as I passed behind him on the stairs,
(he was a level up on a platform, you see)
he farted.
In my face.
It smelled like onions and something else. Can't say what.
I still asked him to take my picture.
And I thought of you.
There was a man there with a nice camera, so I thought I'd ask him to take my picture.
Just as I passed behind him on the stairs,
(he was a level up on a platform, you see)
he farted.
In my face.
It smelled like onions and something else. Can't say what.
I still asked him to take my picture.
And I thought of you.
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