Smells Like... What?

A Tom Hanks comedy before he found himself and turned towards serious acting thus shutting out all the fans that liked his work in those comedy films smells like Donna Dixon and her fascination with all things made of styrofoam.

A stereptype that buxom blondes are fascinated by shiny objects or things that make crinkly sounds smells like a 32-year-old man with a soft skin and transparent glasses reading André Gide and totally missing all the good parts.

An oil change at the Valvoline station smells of an American who is either too overworked with no time to do it themselves or one that is too fat and lazy from watching TV while eating his cheesy puffs.

An ageing fish that ponders what his life would have been like if he'd spent more time trying to see the world and start a family instead of playing darts with shrimps smells like a young werewolf trying to decide whether to spend the rest of his days brutally hunting people or to confess his numberous crimes in hope of getting professional help from a mysterious witch living on a desolated island somewhere on the Caribbean with her sickly daughter and a loyal servant who wears a broken hat that has a faint scent of tobacco and fish on it.

kibble_alex wrote: Vompatti, you are a genius.

Really?

Anyway,

cheese smells like a sympathetic idealist trapped in a sewer.


Edited by Vompatti - December 15 2008 at 19:30

 The situate prison estimates a floppy throughout the dress defect smells of the shoe that narrowly missed President Bush not once but twice.

The two trees falling down in a forest where the government can't hear them smells of our usual government incompetence when it comes to handling any matter be it local or on a national scale. 

A Scottish country & western band that play a mixture of grindcore, free jazz and folk when drunk and Johnny Cash covers after sniffing battery acid (they don't play when sober) smells of a band these days that corporate music/radio tries to force feed the masses into believing that they are truly the second coming of the Beatles......or dare I say U2.

Mcfly smells like the tear beside the positive sea.

the river of constant change smells like an unhealthy obsession with pomegranite.