Dude, You smell like a Gas Guzzler
A couple days ago, we were doing our usual morning commute. We were stuck behind a slow-going Crown Victoria from the eighties. Milo says, “That car smells like it gets twelve miles to the gallon.” Me, I reply, “Don’t we all.” We then tried to figure out an appropriate context to let someone know that they smell like they get twelve miles to the gallon. Still thinking.