there's a foul stench in the air.. it wades and wafts through our burrows at night whilst we try and sleep.. we know the culprit.. she likes to sip chai tea while flipping through rare magazines and making artful incisions in her opshop clothes.. we know your odor, Mrs U., and we dedicate this song to you..


The Foul and Devious Mrs U.

The filthy Mrs U haunts us once again as she simmers by on her scooter whilst we try and eat.  We can't help but notice a splotch of grime on her chin and can only assume it was an offshoot from her grime factory.  She must be stopped.

Mrs U's Grime Factory splutters grease on her chin which she doesn't wipe off

life can be tough in the deserts.. sometimes the only thing that keeps you sane is that one special companion

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