No seriously, we aren't talking about just some pit juice, it was like weeks of unwashed, unchanged, unwiped, raw, unmitigated rotting funk. The stuff flies would be all over and that is without exaggeration. It was a crowded room with almost no seating left yet the area still cleared around this lady.
And it was a real bummer because seated on the floor facing me was this thin Hawaiian looking chick giving me coochie shots while she played with her phone while it was on the charger and I really didn't want to move. Rotten coochie won though, and I ended up leaving.