The Fouton of Kovackianosos
I had a stinkee friend back in the day. He was stinky. We called his room Stalingrad...bc of the smell.
One day, he transferred...mysteriously leaving all of his shit behind. Everything...including his fouton.
It was one of your typical wal-mart foutons, ya know...shittily made metal frame, black fouton mat.
I mentioned, bathing was not his forte. After workouts, he would just go back to Stalingrad and lay on his fouton...all stinky. Sure enough, when the fouton was desheeted, there was a dry, crusted, white aura of old sweat in the shape of a body. He had left his holy mark on the fouton.
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