As promised, Dibney Crapblogging
So, as I walk around Dibney, checking out the people and the rides and whatnot, I detect a smell.
No, I’ve smelled this smell before. (Surprise, surprise) As I look around it becomes apparent that the smell is coming from a man to my left, leaning against the railing around the lake at Epcot. I move on.
Next day, I stumble into the same guy again. Same smell. I understand some people have body odor that is near-to uncontrollable, but this guy has clearly loaded his drawers.
I move on, and before the end of the second day I have stumbled onto this guy again. He smells rank. I mean, it’s rank enough that my eyes water, and I try to move away again, but I’m in a queue, and as luck has it, I end up stuck next to him on a 20 minute ride. Before the ride is over I’m tucking my nose into my shirt, my own B.O. preferable to the eye-watering rankness emanating from this fool. I’m trying to think of ANYTHING else, to drive the stench from my mind, when I hear the guy’s wife whisper in a british accent “If you aren’t going to change your nappies more often, could you at least eat something that doesn’t make you smell so badly?”
Cruel. Extremely cruel. Ever try to suppress a laugh and try not to breathe at the same time? Cruel.

LOL! In a most sympathetic way, of course (as she wipes tears from empathic smarting eyes)
Nga!
Ya know, Og, you have a “knack” that I don’t want ;)
I have to know: Was his response “Thbthbthbthbthbthb” or was he looking skyward and pointing, while saying “Airpane! Airpane!” [/insensitive, non-PC beeyotch–OFF]
But, truly. If he was unable to care for himself, it’s cruel that his “caretaker” didn’t see to his tidy-whiteys. What an “interesting” marriage they must have. :-@
“Airpane! Airpane!”