Smells, Part 2
I would have no problem with perfumes or colognes if they smelled like bacon. I seriously suspect the guy in front of me is either hiding bacon in his coat or he has found the most wonderful cologne of all time. I may ask him to marry me before this train ride ends.
It turned out it was a woman across the aisle with four buckets of KFC Chicken. I don’t even care, that shit smells like deep-fried heaven.
by Jayne/Yahtzii