Smells Like... What?

PepsiCo's formula of making all fast food no matter what the origin or genre taste bland and lifeless to the human palette smells like Coca-Cola Enterprises putting unknown cheap chemicals into their beverages to maximize profit and reduce labor costs while also skimping on worker's safety standards.

Edited by HughesJB4 - September 27 2008 at 05:50

The same practices done by our fine cigarette companies smells like a lonely toilet sitting in the middle of a room on its side.

The 21-year-old male trying to write an essay about the impossibility of transparent white while desperately hoping for some magazine to publish his stories or poems and send him some money for hamburger smells of the desperation of the CEO trying to hide years of fiscal waste and mismanagement before the house of cards that he built comes crashing down upon him.

A piece of chewing gum stuck under a red seat at a movie theatre where well-dressed people go when they want excitement smells like Alan Alda's hair.

Brillcreme and hair dye smells like old American cars parked outside a gas station.

The rotting bunch of bananas left outside on a railroad smells like the halls of congress.

The stuff that old women wash their expensive floors with smells of the moth ball ridden closets long forgotten by their owners.

The least wise parts of ancient wisdom smells like Gary Burghoff's glasses.

The once promising acting career that has fallen into one of mediocrity and what might have been smells like the cafeteria of the Imperial Death Star. 

The 15-legged chair that Archie Bunker never sat in, nor did it ever have anything remotely similar to the Jetsons except for the occasional designated hitter, but nonetheless contains about 265 grams of Meathead potato chip crumbs smells like the backside of an extremely old moose who not only is well past his prime but spent his day in very humid weather.