Smartest dumbass I've ever known

I’ve been gone for a few months and you’ve gotten so much more gross. I could handle the oily forehead and greasy hair before, but now... It’s too much. The food caked to your pubic hair that’s been crudely stuck to your pudgy face with Elmer’s stick glue, and your bingo wings flapping about in your fits of autistic rage has become too much for me to bear. And the smell, Andrew. It’s horrendous. No I can’t smell you through the screen obviously, but I see you and my brain starts to create a phantom smell to match what I’m seeing in an effort to save me from your stupidity.