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taxi brakes. I'm supposed to now be old enough that I can't hear frequencies that high, but I still can.
you know that feeling when you're hungover and you go to work and you lock yourself in a cubicle, playing snake on your mobile and preparing to take a good shit, and then in the next cubicle you hear someone let out the most disgusting diarrhoea ever, and you know that in five seconds you're going to be smelling it? That's a bad noise, too. |
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