Put some stank on it...

We went to a double birthday party tonight for the beautiful My-Cherie and her friend Andy Brown. My-Cherie is a professional model and Andy is a political organizer, so there were oodles of pretty & interesting people, but then there was this SMELL...

I went to say hi to another girl and thought perhaps she had just bathed in a tub of dirty diapers, but then Carl joined me and said he smelled it in the other room. I looked around for the culprit and saw a tray shared ying yang style by broccoli & cauliflower. I picked the whole thing up and made Carl sniff each side. Neither was a winner.

So then my husbando said someone must have crapped their pants. There were no children at this event, mind you. This revelation made me immediately scan every fanny in the room. Innocent until proven guilty by unexplained "chocolate stains" in the rump region. I was sure to note that the cake was the only chocolate at the party and it had not yet been sliced, so no one was gonna pull a fast one on ME and say they accidentally sat on it.

After becoming the creepy chick staring at everybody's arse, I realized that no one was showing signs of the thunder down under, so I asked My-Cherie about the odor and she said it was the cheese. The cheese! I hadn't even noticed it in the corner, but dear god, it was trying to get my attention.

My-Cherie just happened to have brought a soy candle with her that she lit. Who does that?? She's an aromatic angel.

I thought of a few morals, you can pick the best one;
-your cheese should not smell like sh*t when having a party.
-always carry a candle in your pocket in case the cheese smells like sh*t.
-if you tend to crap your pants often, buy some of that cheese so you can blame it.