Smell is particles of whatever you are smelling. Old, rotten parts of homeless people all up in your head. Sounds perfectly harmless to me…
Drowning in the ocean, being hunted by alligators in the springs, tornados on the horizon, and learning how to fly.
Im tempted to dig all the pennies out of the couch and junk drawers to send to the Treasury with a note that says this is the best I can do…
To be fair, they were told show up Monay in person or be fired.