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       Today is 21.05.2011 and the truth is: that:
I don't like to wash and take a bath and:   not to
be social roles: which I play every day:   to make
my manic upbringing happy: so I would stink freely
and rot     and no longer had to avoid from people
happily:    since they - far and wide- would avoid
me.
       I always like to omit this:  I'm guaranteed
to cheer me up:  when: after a brief struggle with
conscience and the social role     - the role of a
husband usually   - the sweet idea prevails: that:
I'm not taking a shower today   - if my wife catch
me:   because: she is unfortunately burdened by an
exceptionally perfect olfactory instrument:    I'm
very offended: do you mean it: that: I stink?! And
I proudly look through her:      into the abstract
distance: for I do not believe it:       it is not
possible! You know shit:  I think quietly and I go
to the bathroom theatrically.
       Because: she: for some otherworldly reason:
still did not give up this fight:     she probably
really care:   develops increasingly sophisticated
strategies: how: to get me into that wet crap with
as little resistance as possible.
       Now - more or less successfully       - she
practices a three-step method of sudden entry into
a room:   the principle of which is a truly sudden
(as if for a completely different purpose)   entry
into the room: in which I am.
       In the first step:   this is accompanied by
her rapid drawing of air into the nostrils       -
looking around the interior      and scrolling her
gorgeous eyebrows    - as something is here, fuck,
bad.
       If I don't respond:  comes in a few minutes
again: just as suddenly:  inhale deeply: once: or:
twice    and very friendly she asks unaddressedly:
can't you smell urine?        She uses the plural:
namely: even though we are completely alone in the
whole house: which is very sensitive:    but often
even this doesn't work.
       Then: after a few quiet minutes:     during
which she finds herself in another place       and
devotes herself to other mysterious women's things
there: and in fact, she gives me time:    suddenly
comes for the third time:  but this time she walks
resolutely straight to me: if I haven't understood
it yet: now everything is clear to me:     but not
even my immediate fighting expression         with
narrowed eyes: won't save me.
       Go take a shower Peťo,     you stink like a
fucking goat.




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