A blanket left behind after a wild night of pin the tail on the meat flute. Remnants of the spitting skin snake. A musty old throw blanket with left overs from King Donger and the knights of the Brown Stable.
I laid under Fred's red blanket the other day and it had a peculiar smell.
You mean the red one with the blue square pattern?
Oh man, that is his quicky smut blanket. It hasn't been washed since Brenda was here a month ago.