When one is on a crowded train (such as the underground) if a person elites with the aroma of say, damp digestive biscuits with a wiff of stale pants, and makes you wonder why oh why you were put in the unfortunate position of having to sit next to them, you have the urge to shout you stinky bas***d go and have a wash....there is that little voice inside that doesn't want to offend, to relive yourself, one would suggest that you shout....'Oh my God, Bobby Orange has got on this train!!!'
Also useful to notify friends.
megan's the phantom shitter.
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