There are those who believe — and firmly, I might add — that, where scent is concerned, the sour odor emitted by the cheese found between the fat rolls of large, hairy women is the vilest known to either man or beast.
There are those who believe this. And truth be told, I can’t really argue.
I further believe that it is due, at least in part, to the lack of air flow under the red polyester fabric of an ill fitted suit.
I'm grateful not to have smelled that. Not since my youth.