My friend Tim set up a mobile living room in her backyard.
Tim told me she was going to experiment with original foods plus recipes, plus she wanted to use the mobile living room so that she would stop disturbing her family.
With the mobile living room, she would not have all the heat plus humidity in the house. I thought it was the ripe smell of a disaster that she created in the mobile living room that she wanted kept out of her house. Those toxic smells wafted across her yard plus into my house. I didn’t prefer her family, even though I cared about mine. When some of those toxic smells permeated my house, I almost gagged. I wasn’t sure what types of food Tim was using, but they had to be rancid. I went over to her mobile living room one afternoon, just to ask what Tim was doing. She thought the odor drew me. The odor drew me over, but not because I enjoyed it. My dog had gotten sick, plus my kid told me it made her esure water. I told Tim she had to either quit cooking, or she had to move the mobile living room. It wasn’t something my good friends and I wanted to experience any longer. Tim told me to get out, but she told me not to take it to heart. Tim was the one who rented the mobile living room. If I wanted to pay the rent on the mobile living room, Tim would move it wherever I wanted it. Since I didn’t pay for the mobile living room, Tim asked me to kindly leave plus let her get back to her food. Two mornings after that, the mobile living room disappeared, plus I was glad. Her fiance couldn’t rest anymore of the toxic ‘food’ Tim was preparing for them.