Wait a minute.... Is that a photo of your room? It looks like a basement... How much for that bottle of nitrogen?
That's my shed. Still haven't cleaned out the majority of what the previous owner left, and that skunk is why I now worry about trying to get back in there. Don't be fooled by the labels on containers, or even what the container looks like - I opened two bottles of "bleach" and they were filled with turpentine and motor oil, respectively.
Once at university I encountered a skunk. It was early in the morning, perhaps even earlier than 5 AM and a buddy and I were headed to the fitness center to work out for crew. Right about the university post office is where we encountered the skunk. I thought to myself, "how many people actually get sprayed by a skunk? I could be that guy!" and so I toyed with the idea of provoking the skunk to spray me, just so I could tell the story of how once I was sprayed by a skunk. I still wish I had.
If the skank is spraying you, you're either a very high roller or confused the red light with the blue light.
True. I ask you, who is the real sick man in this so-called society? Is it the ordinary normal man like me, harmlessly wandering into women's bathrooms hoping to catch a glimpse of one of them urinating? Or is it the businessman, in his suit and tie, working in an office and then going home to his family every day?
in the real world, i don't know, but in this forum wearing a suit and a tie is absolutely sick and pervert (not that i don't like it)
Diablo isn't as horrifying as knowing there's a mephitid bunking in your workspace, and it doesn't give two shits if you're there or not. At least with Diablo you know his terms.
Just yesterday I saw a trained skunk; it was showcasing some company which you can hire for kids' parties so they can pet skunks, meerkats and other such animals. It didn't seem too terrifying to me.