A little-known device invented to allow two people to communicate across large distances that could collect and transmit audial and olfactory information. Despite the inventor's enthusiasm, this never caught on, and only a few small phone companies in the midwest provide transmission of the smella-signal.
The commercial went something like this:
Smellaphone! Smellaphone!
For only fifty dollas, you could have your own.
Smellaphone! Smellaphone!
It would be like one great big smelly ice cream cone.
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.
The word 'flag' as pronounced by people with thick Belfast accents. The term is a perfect encapsulation of the disproportionate and overblown reaction to the removal of the Union Jack (as in 'de fleg') from above City Hall in Belfast. Where previously it had flown for 365 days per year, it is now flown on 17 designated days of the year - in line with many other British cities.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.
"Wat de fuck like! The taigs got de fleg took down! Let's wreck de fuckin place! No surrender!"
"De fleg has been took down! Before ye know it there'll be a united Ireland! Attack Short Strand! God Save The Queen!"