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.