When the wind is just right, I can smell my neighbors manure pile from his horses and donkeys droppings. I must be weird cause I kinda like it. Lots better than armpits on a crowded subway for sure.
“. . .I can smell my neighbors manure pile from his horses and donkeys droppings. I must be weird cause I kinda like it. Lots better than armpits on a crowded subway for sure.”
And manure piles are (truly) much better than the nausating stench of a perfume-drenched sweaty muslim that doesn’t bathe. . .perfume mixed with mucky body smell. . .with a hint of the food they ate sometime last week. . .barf!!
What really gets me isn’t the smell of someone that has been working and needs a shower, it’s the smell of someone that doesn’t work and is just too lazy to take a shower for 2 to 3 days.
That’s right up there with a skunk.
I call it the smell of the west. Beats the snot out of the smell of the subway!