Imagine the stench of all those overheated savages
“Imagine the stench of all those overheated savages”
Having had a reeking to high heaven, prayer-carpet toting man sit next to me an entire flight after he boarded on my flight’s enroute stop in Detroit, I have no trouble whatsoever remembering that horrendous stench and thinking about the effect of that stench multiplied by 550. Me thinks that alone could knock out a crowd. \