Then a thought occurred to me. What if it's not actually food I'm smelling? What if some villain is pumping out noxious gas with a pleasing cotton candy scent in an attempt to take over Gotham? The whole city will be under his spell by summer and we'll all be forced to wear red noses and big shoes. The Chuckler. He'd be a giant clown.
Clowns scare me.
I'm closing my windows tomorrow.
5 comments:
Are you sure it's not the churros and flan?
flan!
i can't eat flan, but i like to say it!
Way to take the fun out of it, Sachi. But, yes. You're probably right.
It's not churros and flan. I get a similar sickly sweet smell when I'm driving by the kosher restaurants on pico. what the heck are they cooking that smells like burnt caramel?!
roflmao... Not sure why, could be the 80 parent conferences I did in 4 days, but I find this post extremely funny. The next best thing to seeing you at SNB!
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