Smells Like... What?

Who smelt it, dealt it. 

A FoxNews story on the Obama stimulus plan linking it to Muslim Commie Socialists that sit in day old soiled diapers on a hot summers day drinking warm flat beer during a Raggae Phil Collins cover band show that they paid to get in with using counterfeit food stamps and temporary Hello Kitty tattoos smells like a horse track in the summer when you've spent all your gambling budget on avant-garde jazz albums.

A better choice than those people that lose their money gambling at those race tracks or the manure at said horse race tracks smells like an upside-down 7-11 with a puddle of several mixed flavors of trademarked Slurpees oozing out a crack in the outer windows.

From Monty Python "...has a bouquet like an aborigine's armpit..." smells like the step before the penultimate step on the ladder of success in a world wrought asunder by the fecund fortitude of ill-gotten gains and misappropriated flippancy of the chosen few at the expense of the huddled masses.

An upside-down 7-11 with a puddle of several mixed flavors of trademarked Slurpees oozing out a crack in the outer windows smells of an lost and long forgotten episode of Sanford and Son that has been beamed to a far away galaxy and picked up a rogue military force of big breasted amazon women intent on coming to earth and finding Vompatti and having their way with him.

We haven't played this for awhile smells like a nostalgic sigh in the midst of an unexplainable sorrow.

another studio effort from Philesis in which to gain untold riches for Phil to use to pay off his next ex-wife smells like toast.

The benevolent embrace of an existentialist witch in the midst of a confusing tempest smells of the branded product that is in over abundance on your grocers shelf even on the holiday weekend when people tend to over shop for their picnic,barbeque or party needs.

An illustrated edition of the complete works of Balzac in the attic of a recently deceased railroad worker smells like smug strategies stacked with exploding analysis and sundry, exhausted toothpaste sponsors.

A trick play on Monday Night Football that fails miserably when the defense sniffs it our well in advance of the beginning of the play smells like onion bubbles and anniversary socks.