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Originally Posted by Baby Lee
In my last gasp as studying obsolete arts, I took drafting throughout HS, not CAD, pencil and paper drafting.
Our drafting teacher didn't have halitosis, but he smoked cigars, like really rich earthy cigars, in his off hours. And that cigar smoke would mull like a fine mulch under tarpaulin at the corner of your garden. His breath literally smelled like the finest royal shit.
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I don't think I've ever read or will ever again read shit being described so eloquently.