Journal, Diary, & Blogging / WEIRD!!!

Well…..okay, so last night we had some guests over because it was my baby boy’s birthday ( He is a very smart 3 year old. Just shoot me now :)). Anyway, one of the guests had a really weird odor. He smelled like a combination of sulphur, peanut butter & ass. No, I’m not kidding. It was the weirdest smell, but just try to imagine it for yourself…............. I know, right! Pure, unadulterated FUNK! So I was telling my sister & she said that she thought he was eating these completely addicting peanut butter filled pretzels that I get. (If you’ve ever tasted them you’d know what I mean). Anyway, when I told her that I didn’t have any peanut butter filled pretzels she gagged (which was almost worth the smell) because a smell like that just ain’t natural unless, of course, you’re eating peanut butter filled pretzels. So, when said guest left I told the rest of my guests about the smell, which all happened to be family. They thought it was funny because, of course, my family has a sick sense of humor. My niece even told my brother that at one point during the party I told her to go & smell him to see if it was him at which he replied, “fuck you.” (Gotta love my brother. He is very profound & has such a way with words). So we were just hanging out & I kept smelling “the smell.”Finally I sprayed some air freshener & it seemed to go away. A little later, I was just standing in the kitchen talking when all of a sudden there it was. This disgustingly gross peanut butter match ass smell! So, I went around smelling everyone (just them, not their asses). It must have just been a draft that had wafted by the seat he had been using and carried it straight to my nose. SICKKKKKK. Sick. Sick. Sick. Of all the combinations of smells I got stuck with this one! What the fuck? I remember when I was about 12 this kid use to come over to visit my older sister. He always smelled like burnt popcorn. ALWAYS! What the hell? Then when he would leave, the smell would linger for hours. How fucking weird is that? His name was Van Beetle. That should have told me something right there. Well, just thought I would share my odiferous experience with you. I gotta go get ready for Xmas Eve festivities. I think I will stop at the store and buy that stinky peanut butter match ass an air freshener that he can tie to his back belt loop. That way at least we can take care of the ass part of the smell. I don’t even want to attempt the peanut butter, much less know where its coming from, and the match, well, I kinda liked it! I have a feeling this holiday is going to stink. Merry Christmas!!!

You need to log in to urbis or create an urbis account to review this writing.

Reviews

January 28, 2008

Rebecca_Reece

No. of Reviews	Overall Quality	Comment Followup
10	80.0% (25 votes)	20.4%

personal info reviewer stats

Age	Gender	Location	Last Login
32	F	Port Orchard, WA	September 26

Rebecca_Reece reviewed Version 1 - Read 100% of the Item

So funny! What is even more amusing (or not, it really depends how good your sense of humor is) is that you will likely remember that smell every year on your son’s birthday! Gross and funny (that’s the best blogging anyway, right?)

Cheers!