> I can't believe the stench I'm talking about you don't know — and when you said "Armoraled filth" that's prolly why it didn't catch it, it just didn't get through — it was like the stuff I spray on my dashboard to keep it free from uv light and cracking. When I was doubling back around to catch it again I was also praying I wouldn't , which is prolly why I didn't.
Funny how as important as stench is to all of us how difficult it can be to describe at times. It's like some jokes where nobody laughs and the joke teller says, "You had to be there, man." Same with stench lots of times. I'd like to sample it, no matter what. I want in on the experience. I can see a guy killing over it. Now he's in the courtroom.
"You can understand, can't you, Your Honor? I mean, haven't you ever wanted to smell something really bad and nobody would let you? Well let me tell you, it's not a pleasant experience."
"What odor exactly are you talking about", says the Judge.
"I can't explain it", says the defendant, "because nobody would let me smell it."
"And that's why you flipped your lid, because nobody would let you smell it?", says the Judge.
"Yes Your Honor, yes, yes, that's it, that's it - now you got it."
"Hmmmm", says the Judge, "I believe this new testimony demands an instant postponement of the proceedings so the source of the hoarded odor can be determined and classified."
Then turning to the bailiff: "The defendant is remanded into custody while our best detectives go out into the field to more closely experience and ID the stench in question. Court dismissed."
As soon as everyone files out including the defendant led away in handcuffs the Judge cuts a wild fart he had been holding in for hours. "Yes", he says to no one in particular but with the defendant in mind, "Oh yes indeed I know exactly what you meant."