Smells Like... What?

A daily wrestling session in the playboy mansion smells of most every heterosexual mans dream.

A going-out-of-business sale at Circuit City sounds like Woolworths 2008-2009.

One of the many business' that will be failing in the coming months due to overexpansion and lack of consumer spending due to the fact the people wants their music for free these days smells like an inner radio reiterating prefaces from an integration bliss impressed upon missile psychologists overlooked by newspaper eggs.

Something hard boiled smells like a private investigator when he gets hit on the head by a bottle yet avoiding any serious damage.

A Hollywood actor in the summers top blockbuster movie which teenagers will flock to in anticipation of seeing some female breasts up on the big screen smells like an advancing jelly surprised by an interpreter with a will like whistles and technology buckets derived from a referendum stink.

A Frank Herbert sequal to the Dune Trilogy smells like a Dan Simmons sequel to Hyperion.

Harry Turtledove after eating an entire pepperoni pizza smells like one of the fictional characters from his novels.

A Fred Flintstone "yabba-dabba-doo" sent back in time using tachyons and Morse code smells like another movie idea for Steven Spielberg to make for next summer.

The werewolves on the moon attacking a group of astronauts on a secret mission to save America from being hit by an asteroid smells of a movie plot that Bruce Willis passed on to make yet another installment of the "Die Hard" franchise.

Sylvester Stallone's poop smells like the fridge of a sexually perverted serial killer.