Home from the grocery store and unloading the groceries in through the garage/hangout/smoking room. I smell skunk and figure the roadkill I tried to miss must not have been a squirrel or the scattered carcass of an armadillo. Then the other resident of the house comes out and lights up his pipe. Okay...not a skunk...the aroma of the devil's lettuce. Must be a good batch this time around. Where's that can of Febreeze?
“If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are in the wrong room.” — Confucius