You don't usually notice the leak until you turn on the heat for the first time in the Fall.
In the house where I grew up, when we turned the heat on for the first time, it always smelled like licorice.
The NYC smell thing is very creepy, and I'm not even in NYC.
Thinking about the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man is making me giggle, though.
Making the people of New York crave waffles is a very *subtle* form of attack. Not particularly effective, unless you somehow simultaneously interfere with the city's waffle supply.
Man, Al Qaeda must have hired some new interns or something.
Tom, they're WILEY these terrorists.
Wile E. Coyote belongs to Al Qaeda?
Maybe the whole obesity epidemic is an Al Qaeda plot. Destroying America sweetly, one Krispy Kreme at a time.
Destroying America sweetly,
Killing us softly with their song pancakes....
Wile E. Coyote belongs to Al Qaeda?
At least you know high-speed internet will be safe from the Terrorists, then.
I smell syrup. But that's because someone next door is eating pancakes.
When my heat comes on, I just smell burning dust.
Now I want a monte cristo on challa bread.
I just looked through 150 pictures my friend took when they took their kids to Disneyland this summer. Huhn. I think hell would be wearing those costumes and visiting small children in a restaurant. There's a picture of her one year old squeezing every character's nose. Yes, even one of her trying to squeeze the non-masked (brunette!) Alice's nose. That's a hell of a job.