Putrid vehicles for the rotten to the core cohort.
B Johnson really is one of the most nauseating putrid pieces of offal to have passed as a human.
Can't wait to get emails like "Your emotional skills are getting rusty *putrid emoji*" and "Do you still care about getting better? *scream emoji*"
I had the orange one. This stuff had the most putrid odor. And probably not in the intentional 90s gross-out way, but like... "this is literally a musty blob of chemicals" way. Eventually it shriveled into a tiny rock.
Every time there's a new putrid Trump offering — shoes, watches, and now this grotesque thing — I make the same joke: "If you're nice to me I'll get you one, if you're not nice I'll get you two."