Since my snooter got mashed when I was ....

I'd spin a story about boarding the pirate ship, cutlass in hand, hacking my way through the mass of swarthy men to free the Spanish Countess and so on, but actually I stepped on a garden tool in the field behind the little league baseball field when I was eight, and it swung up and plastered me in the snotlocker.....

Anyway, I can't smell all that good. I don't smell all that great, either. Thank God for small blessings.

The nuances of taste are lost on me.

I do like a good, stout beer, though.