Super-senses

Dear Bun,
Could you tone it down on my super senses, please? I would prefer not to smell that guy's halitosis, yea...I'm talking about the mouth-breather approximately 10 yards away. I'm telling you, SUPER-senses. Oh, and that chick's banana (thank you Gwen Stafani for that internal auto spell-check) at the next table over, gag.

Thanks a lot for sending me to the bathroom with a full bladder when that other lady was experiencing explosive diahrrea. And by "thanks," I mean "you're a jerk." I guess that's what I get for making fun of your little alien head all the time, but come on...you do look like a little creep right now! You should be losing your tail soon, so I guess that's an upgrade.