Fred Lineberry
The dog poop canvassed the concrete floor like a Jackson Pollock, and I was able to pause and appreciate the talent involved before the smell arrived.
The dog poop canvassed the concrete floor like a Jackson Pollock, and I was able to pause and appreciate the talent involved before the smell arrived.
After I spilled gasoline on my shoes while topping off my car's tank on the way to lunch, my daughter announced to the cashier at McDonald's, "If you smell gas, it's coming from my mom."
Cheez-its and skunk at 2 AM might possibly be the worst smell I have ever encountered.
The deodorant I put on today instantly reminded me of last summer.
This morning, I found a spot on my washcloth that smelled like really good pot.
She smells like something unidentifiable from childhood.
I actually hug trees: Ponderosa Trees are my favorite because they smell of Vanilla mixed with Butterscotch.