The ever present smell that seems to ooze from certain aisles of Wal-Mart; it has an undetermined source but is constant and varies in degree of stank.
It's unable to be hidden long by cheap spray bottle cleaners that the blue-vested zombies employed by the story apply to the various areas of the store.
Myke: "Hey Dribble; I am not sure if it's the bologna that smells like a Wal-Fart; or that 350 pound lady in the moo moo 5 feet in front of us. What do you think?"
Dribble: "I think it's that redneck with the mullet and the yellow stained tank top on the next row over; buying Keystone Beer."
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