So I am wandering around my house trying to figure out what is causing the noxious smell. Figured it was the stack of dirty dishes on the counter by the sink ... nope. Well, yes, they stink. But it's not The Stank. Not the trash either, and not a poopy diaper. I'm guessing it's the smell of insanity. Yes, that must be it. So, here's what insanity smells like: maple syrup on top of poop, with a hint of last night's empty raw hamburger container and a dash of sweaty socks.
And now you're wondering what kind of pigsty I live in. Great. Honestly, it's not that messy. I like to call it Lived In.
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