I smell burnt toast. Someone is either powerful bad at making breakfast, or I’m trapped in a Heritage Minute.
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I smell burnt toast. Someone is either powerful bad at making breakfast, or I’m trapped in a Heritage Minute.
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Ha, I totally remember that one.
all i could smell at work on thursday was alcohol … like someone had spilled a beer and left it to ferment … it made me nuts, because no one else could smell it … i thought that i was having a stroke in the portion of my brain that holds my university memories. by the end of the day, i figured out that it was my coworker’s cheap avon perfume … apparently my nose is a snob.