“My asshole smells like a bookstore. So, are you a big reader?”

“My meat smells like cat food. Makes me want to lick my own asshole.”

“A candle that smells like asshole would be an instant hit in prison.”

“In a bookstore you can find me in the romance section, because I’m not a lover, I’m a reader.”

“I just got around to brushing my teeth today, and now my asshole smells minty fresh.”

“The scent of your asshole smells like childhood memories. I mean it would, if I grew up in New Jersey.”

“My nostrils smell, but not to you. Oh, they have no odor, unless you count the scent of nostalgia, which is what they always smell like.”