Mestee Blogger

I have smelled some bad things before -- many of which have come out of the refrigerator at Boston Ave -- but nothing could have prepared me for the bizarre, rancid smell of body odor coming from the shirt that Hufton left in Irfan's bed last night. I should start at the beginning. Earlier in the week, Irf, being the practical jokester that he is, thought it might be a good idea to put something in Hufton's shoes. I thought that this was one of the funnier ideas I've heard in a while, so I didn't interrupt as I watched Irf pour cereal into Hufton's running shoes. I was very amused by this and I think that I may have even been the one who suggested that Irf do something with Hufton's work shoes as well, which were in plain sight at the time. After some brief searching throught the kitchen, it was decided that beef jerky (teryaki flavored) would be the filling of choice for the work shoes. I even opened a few packets for Irf filled up the shoes...which almost takes us back to where I started. Hufton found the food items in both pairs of shoes and vowed revenge. Irf grew suspicious when he discovered Hufton in his room with the door closed yesterday. Irf's suspicions were confirmed when he found the stinkiest shirt of all time laying under his covers at around 2 a.m. this morning. Irfan immediately raced upstairs, made me confirm that this was the stinkiest shirt of all time, then informed me that his "whole bed stinks like this now". I'm sure that this saga will continue. In other news, it's Friday, the sun is shining, and the Sox are playing the Yankees, so even if your bed smells like the worst BO you could imagine, today is a good day.
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