“Dr. Philbosian smelled like an old couch, of hair oil and spilled soup, of unscheduled naps.”
“He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.”
“Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.”
“Her skin felt smooth and firm. Her hair smelled faintly of motor oil. Her mouth tasted like coffee. She was absolutely real, and it was the sexiest combination on the planet.”
“I plan on leaving my mark on this world, in ink, with a pen spill that’ll make all the oil spills combined look like literature.”
“There are whiskers in my soup, and my spoon smells like my cat’s ass.”