I think I fell asleep last night to the smell of My Fucking Father's underwear.  For some goddamn reason he needed to air out his undies, and so he hung them on a coat hanger and hung that in front of the air conditioning vent -- in front of which was the sofa bed I slept on overnight.

I've been smelling the fumes from My Fucking Father's from-under place all goddamn night.

Being a fifth wheel sucks, and I can't wait for this vacation to be over.