In the words of Will Farrell, help me Jesus! Jewish Guy! Tom Cruise!
For about a week, Mel and I have struggled w/ an unholy stench in my bachelorette suite. At first I thought we’d left some food out. Then I thought we may have a case of demonic possession. Then Mel realized that her work clothes, soaked in noxious substances and a hard day’s work, were the culprit.
Since Blogger doesn’t have a scratch n’ sniff feature, I’ll paint a picture for you.
If corpses could sweat, that’s what Mel’s pile of clothes would smell like.
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