Adding the goat pen was my idea. Nobody could figure out what was missing, but everybody agreed that it definitely needed something, and I remembered goat pen. The rest is history!
I was bleeding the brakes on my daughters van, and an awful smell came from the brake fluid. I just couldn’t identify it, not that it was something to remember or write about.
I lived in a rural area for 32 years, unincorporated and away from town ordinances. Occasionally the wind would waft such scents our way. Most pungent were odors from a large pig enclosure about three miles away; and a veal calf barn about half-a-mile away. And some farmers spread cow manure on their fields. That’s part of life living amongst farmers. Most offensive were those who burned trash and didn’t care where the smoke drifted.
Ever since that fling with Medusa, he has unwillingly shed his cranial shell on a monthly basis. His displeasure and discomfort at this event is wrought in echos as a mallet to a bell, sounding alarm and announcing its own foul demise. It’s contractions releasing an odorous quivering imprint, not easily forgotten.
An olfactory delight, a connoisseur’s expert opinion, a former oinophile’s expansion into ambient aromatology.
Yes, yes.
Caricatures, however, raise an eyebrow or two. Some faux-Perikles wearing his not quite Corinthian helmet (traditionally explained as cosmetic coverage of his exceptionally high forehead)? And the helmet speaks and does the smelling?!
Surely, this is some 21st century AI conjure-magic!
The true image here perilously parodied may be seen at the Wikipedia article “Pericles” (sic).
Steve Bartholomew about 2 months ago
Now that you mention it …
charles9156 about 2 months ago
i didn’t smell that
Ubintold about 2 months ago
And it makes a fine wine.
Jml58 about 2 months ago
I didn´t smell anything. The gods have blessed me with no sense of smell.
Earthling Premium Member about 2 months ago
Oh that? That’s the sick people baking in the goat pen with their unwell goldfish. Every Thursday at 6:00. Don’t know about the jet fuel though.
phritzg Premium Member about 2 months ago
Fred and Lamont Sanford must be having another barbecue.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 2 months ago
Adding the goat pen was my idea. Nobody could figure out what was missing, but everybody agreed that it definitely needed something, and I remembered goat pen. The rest is history!
Rotifer HEATHEN POTATO WE KNEW YE WELL Thalweg Premium Member about 2 months ago
I think I’ve olfactorially covered everything on the list except maybe mulberry and dead goldfish (do other kinds of dead fish count?).
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 2 months ago
I have Frog Applause Illusion lyrics in the process of re-writing. Yeah. That’s right. I put Frog Applause in the title. What of it?
The Old Wolf about 2 months ago
So, you’re saying it smells like Nashville, Tennessee?
goboboyd about 2 months ago
High minded? Naw, unwashed tonic laden hair.
pategar about 2 months ago
It’s just Wilbur Weston.
charles9156 about 2 months ago
wonderful contrasting background!
ChukLitl Premium Member about 2 months ago
Sorry, my bad.
Linguist about 2 months ago
The COVID-19 gods took away my olfactory acuity and left me with lingering unidentifiable scent impressions.
Rev Phnk Ey about 2 months ago
And you may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”
Eagleskies Premium Member about 2 months ago
WHAT!!….no applesauce? Huh!
Lafsalot Premium Member about 2 months ago
Oh gawd! This has me so nostalgic for Boones Farm Strawberry Hill!
drivingfuriously Premium Member about 2 months ago
I was bleeding the brakes on my daughters van, and an awful smell came from the brake fluid. I just couldn’t identify it, not that it was something to remember or write about.
PraiseofFolly about 2 months ago
I lived in a rural area for 32 years, unincorporated and away from town ordinances. Occasionally the wind would waft such scents our way. Most pungent were odors from a large pig enclosure about three miles away; and a veal calf barn about half-a-mile away. And some farmers spread cow manure on their fields. That’s part of life living amongst farmers. Most offensive were those who burned trash and didn’t care where the smoke drifted.
UltraLameFest2 about 2 months ago
It’s so intense, even the helmet has to comment.
UltraLameFest2 about 2 months ago
Re: Blog I sense some overlap between the phishing warning and the potato pamphleteer. Creating a sense of doom if you don’t act urgently…
Howard'sMyHero about 2 months ago
I only love the smell of napalm in the morning …!
coltish1. about 2 months ago
What? There was no essence of surveillance pickle?
davewhamond creator about 2 months ago
Oh good… I thought that smell was me.
willie_mctell about 2 months ago
Put ’em all together and you get that old Olympian favorite, ambrosia. The stuff Jove and the rest ate had no Jello in it.
6turtle9 about 2 months ago
Ever since that fling with Medusa, he has unwillingly shed his cranial shell on a monthly basis. His displeasure and discomfort at this event is wrought in echos as a mallet to a bell, sounding alarm and announcing its own foul demise. It’s contractions releasing an odorous quivering imprint, not easily forgotten.
markkahler52 about 2 months ago
Hint of potpourri for good measure….
Sisyphos about 2 months ago
What ho?
An olfactory delight, a connoisseur’s expert opinion, a former oinophile’s expansion into ambient aromatology.
Yes, yes.
Caricatures, however, raise an eyebrow or two. Some faux-Perikles wearing his not quite Corinthian helmet (traditionally explained as cosmetic coverage of his exceptionally high forehead)? And the helmet speaks and does the smelling?!
Surely, this is some 21st century AI conjure-magic!
The true image here perilously parodied may be seen at the Wikipedia article “Pericles” (sic).
[signed]Your friendly Sisyphean hyper-pedant….
Mad-ge Dish Soap about 2 months ago
Sparky warky was a parking marky hockey lurky-darky sung in La Alpo.
Mad-ge Dish Soap about 2 months ago
What if Superman’s Judy Lane.
Mad-ge Dish Soap about 2 months ago
Pot Munchies brownies.
Mad-ge Dish Soap about 2 months ago
Wow I could have had a V8 I mean a Klondike bar.
Mad-ge Dish Soap about 2 months ago
Redeoderise the second arm pit.
Imagine about 2 months ago
In any case, it smells lame.
3hourtour Premium Member about 2 months ago
…reminds me of being in the back seat of my first car…
…Nanky-poo…
…a 1972 puke green Plymouth Valiant…
…with my first girlfriend Kathy Friend…
…watching the submarine races…
…tours of the Froglandia Bathmat Factory still gives me chills…
… most people don’t go on a smellcataion…
…why dogs smell butts…
…now…
…say it in Latin…
…my first 7 gocomics passwords…
…the forgotten fifth verse lyrics of…
….Cheeseburger In Paradise…
…my last Scrabble word list…
…rejected titles for my new novel…
…Cracker Barrel…
Howard'sMyHero about 2 months ago
Per Gaggle’s “translate”:
The Latin version of the English pronoun “it” can be either of the following: “it”, “illud”, “id”, or “ollud” …!
( believe ID or naught )
Rotifer HEATHEN POTATO WE KNEW YE WELL Thalweg Premium Member about 2 months ago
I should have said something earlier, but I really really like the dude’s hat.