A jaw dropping assault on your olfactory sense when enter the men's room on the turnpike, cheap bar or Mexican restaurant, often resulting in bringing tears to your eyes and taxes your ability to hold your breath. A seemingly unnatural smell that cannot be disguised with perfumes, flowery sprays and industrial strength deodorants and has a half life similar to Plutonium (Pu). The everyday manifestation of what Carl Jung was really referring to in man's inhumanity to man.
Upon entering the port-o-potty in the stadium parking lot, the carnage there was so smellavicious, I wanted to cut off my nose and hide it in a pile of corned beef and and cabbage for some fresh air.
by The Most Uninteresting Man July 11, 2012