B.R.G
A B. R. G is a man who smells so bad, he could be a new type of weapon. He doesn’t shower. He doesn’t bathe. He just lives in a sock.
He came to my birthday party and made my cake taste like old shoes.
He sat in the back of the bus and I had to change my shirt twice.
He was in the gym, and the air was so thick with stink, you could cut it with a knife.