THE SMELL OF STALE KNICKERS...

You know what I mean...Limberger, shrimp, sardine, open sewer. We've all smelled ourselves...and, unfortunately, others in our proximity. The smell of stale knickers. As repulsed as we are, it defines us in a way. I smell like Suzi's chinese kitchen grease pit. Is it time for the Wire replay yet? No?have I killed enough time? The Icy hot isn't burning my nostrils anymore... I think I'll look for that TSOL CD.....:)