A Conversation Between Angels CXII

“You know Stu, I miss the smell of peanut shells on the floor.”

“Not to mention the crunch.”

“No I’m serious, I miss smells. Pizza, burgers.”

“I hear ya.”

“And this week means another Thanksgiving where I don’t get the smell of turkey, mashed potatoes…I miss the smells.”

“We’ve been friends since we were six years old, and you know what, if I could fart right now so you’d have something to smell I would.”