"It smells like *Dude* in here." -I have no idea why I said that. I just found myself laughing and joking around and being very candid as I would be with my brother Anthony. Here he was nice enough to invite me over to his place to watch No Country For Old Men, a movie that I had really wanted to see...with a friend that I really was looking forward to hanging out with, and I found myself blurting out the most ridiculous things.
"What does that mean? What does *dude* smell like?" He said.
"Well..." I smiled. How was I going to get myself out of this one? And before I had formulated a plan, that part of me that is still somewhat five years old took over. "It smells like feet."
We both erupted into laughter at that point. "Feet!" He said.
"Yes, feet, and also...barf." (Oh god! I didn't really say that did I!?? -I did!) "No wait..not barf..I didn't mean to say that...I meant farts. Yes feet, and farts." I was laughing hysterically at this point. I couldn't believe I was saying these things, but they were also things that I did honestly believe to be generally true about most *Dudes* that I know. "Every guy I know has a place, or a room that smells like this. It's true...Joshua did, Oshyan did, Guys place in Davis smelled vaguely of dude, I'm sure my brothers rooms smelled like dude.. Ian's room smelled so much like dude that after he moved out of his parents house they steam cleaned the carpets in an attempt to remove the smell of dude, only to be awakened in the middle of the night by the wretched smell of damp and musky dude. It was so bad that Steve, his father got up immediately and ripped out the carpet, placing it outside, just so he could get some sleep. His bedroom BTW was on the other end of the house..so the smell of dude can cover some ground. I did omit the fact that I do believe that part of the smell of dude is come. It's true...I really do think that. I did however tell him about my long held belief that when dudes are alone that they pretty much just sit around with their stinky feet and fart. Yep...they just hang out and fart all day long. Watch movies..and fart. This is of course how the smell of dude permeates the room. So that later...even when they're not farting..it still smells vaguely like someone farted under a blanket somewhere...
"I'm not even home that much.' He countered with..."Really..I just got home and took a shower before you called and came over. I think it's the vacuum or the garbage. I eat a lot of fruit. And I got that vacuum for free...I think something's wrong with the bag..it smells awful."
I thought about it for a moment. He is really busy. He goes to school, and works 2, soon to be 3 jobs. Plus he also has a social life. I could see his point. He really wasn't there very often. Plus this would be a graceful out for both of us from this conversation. "Yes. It must be the vacuum cleaner." I said while looking around the room, mainly at the ceiling, with a smile on my face.
"Actually..." He sniffed..."It *does* smell like farts."
"Yeah. It does. That's the smell of dude." I said.
"I thought it was you." He teased back.
We both erupted again into laughter. I threw my blanket at him. It was the perfect comeback. I was proud of him. It was delicious and wonderful. Just like the high-spirited teasing my brothers and I used to do.
"What does that mean? What does *dude* smell like?" He said.
"Well..." I smiled. How was I going to get myself out of this one? And before I had formulated a plan, that part of me that is still somewhat five years old took over. "It smells like feet."
We both erupted into laughter at that point. "Feet!" He said.
"Yes, feet, and also...barf." (Oh god! I didn't really say that did I!?? -I did!) "No wait..not barf..I didn't mean to say that...I meant farts. Yes feet, and farts." I was laughing hysterically at this point. I couldn't believe I was saying these things, but they were also things that I did honestly believe to be generally true about most *Dudes* that I know. "Every guy I know has a place, or a room that smells like this. It's true...Joshua did, Oshyan did, Guys place in Davis smelled vaguely of dude, I'm sure my brothers rooms smelled like dude.. Ian's room smelled so much like dude that after he moved out of his parents house they steam cleaned the carpets in an attempt to remove the smell of dude, only to be awakened in the middle of the night by the wretched smell of damp and musky dude. It was so bad that Steve, his father got up immediately and ripped out the carpet, placing it outside, just so he could get some sleep. His bedroom BTW was on the other end of the house..so the smell of dude can cover some ground. I did omit the fact that I do believe that part of the smell of dude is come. It's true...I really do think that. I did however tell him about my long held belief that when dudes are alone that they pretty much just sit around with their stinky feet and fart. Yep...they just hang out and fart all day long. Watch movies..and fart. This is of course how the smell of dude permeates the room. So that later...even when they're not farting..it still smells vaguely like someone farted under a blanket somewhere...
"I'm not even home that much.' He countered with..."Really..I just got home and took a shower before you called and came over. I think it's the vacuum or the garbage. I eat a lot of fruit. And I got that vacuum for free...I think something's wrong with the bag..it smells awful."
I thought about it for a moment. He is really busy. He goes to school, and works 2, soon to be 3 jobs. Plus he also has a social life. I could see his point. He really wasn't there very often. Plus this would be a graceful out for both of us from this conversation. "Yes. It must be the vacuum cleaner." I said while looking around the room, mainly at the ceiling, with a smile on my face.
"Actually..." He sniffed..."It *does* smell like farts."
"Yeah. It does. That's the smell of dude." I said.
"I thought it was you." He teased back.
We both erupted again into laughter. I threw my blanket at him. It was the perfect comeback. I was proud of him. It was delicious and wonderful. Just like the high-spirited teasing my brothers and I used to do.
- Mood:
amused
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