*Tha Attack of tha Unknown Mean Behind*

Yesterday, at our public relations class, we poor souls at tha back got our noses offended by a foul smell. ‘Twaz clearly a diarrheic smell and we look’d among ourselves to find tha culprit. Such a crass gas emitter should at least look a bit flustered. But tha faces starin’ back at us gave nuthin’ away, and so we resumed takin’ down our notes. Not five minutes had pass’d when another attack stank up tha air-conditioned room. Noses covered, we started speculatin’ on who tha stinker might be. “Baka naman sa kabilang room galling yon!” [Maybe it came from the other room], Patwee said, referrin’ to tha other class which wuz separated from us merely by a dividing window while Lucas said “Hinde, malabong sa kabila manggaling yon dahil anlayo naman nila.. ibig sabihin sa journ lang talaga galling yon!” [No, they’re seated too far apart from us.. which only mean that it came from journ –from us!] Someone else said that maybe it wuz Tanchee, tha guy to Gabby’s left for he had not been covering his nose during tha attacks [“Siguro si Tanchee yon, mukhang sya lang ang di nakakaamoy eh!] while p.i.c. thought ‘twaz Lucas. [“Lucas, anobayan! lumabas ka na kasi eh!”] I had ma own suspects but I refuse to post their names on this blog out of courtesy for ‘em. I even half-kiddingly suggested checkin’ out everyone’s behinds for stains to p.i.c. Were our noses ever reliev’d when tha waves of diarrhea plaguin’ tha mean ole farter stopp’d. ‘Guess he finally learn’d how to hold it in!