The funky smell has transferred to the P-finder(the DONKEY). It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode were B.O. transfers from a valet to the car. In my case, the rank reek that is my house has somehow seeped into my car. It probably came from the garage,where I usually park until the door broke today. Sometimes I feel like our house is falling apart. The most random things stop working. I blame B-rett. Anyway, I guess I will have to clean it out and find the real culprit(I am not entirely convinced the smell is not me).
2 comments:
It's funny you should mention that it might be you...cuz my first thought was that the smell is something I am used to when I'm around you...lush! kidding :)
It's the alcohol seeping out your pores...you probably reached toxic levels between Thursday nite's binge and Saturday's kegger!
or maybe you're wearing the same clothes you swilled beer in Sat?
B-K-Mel
classic B-rad quote:
"Hmm, that is a wierd noise, but the car is still running, it must be okay.
Maybe not the best way to go about
car care."
Bri (no hypen)
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