That’s right you motherfucking skunk. Yes, you, the one who stank up my car for on the way and on the way back. You better be glad you’re dead, otherwise, if I had gotten my hands on you while you were alive you’d have wish you’d never been borne.
Sorry! Its all them Chedderworsts and Homebrew! 
Catch and Release: Synopsis of the Criminal Justice System
Are you sure you didn’t just cut a really smelly fart?
Is it just me, or is there anyone else out there who doesn’t mind the smell of skunk?
Just you.
Not just you. I read somewhere that men are likely than women to like the smells of skunk and gasoline.
I don’t mind the smell of skunk. It reminds me of living out in the boonies.
So, what does skunk actually smell like?
(and the first person to suggest it is something like a cross between dead chicken and rancid veal will suffer the same fate as the critter in the OP).
I’m not overly familiar with the smell of skunk, but I don’t believe I like it at all. I do, however, love the smell of gasoline!! ::goes to gas station and inhales deeply::
I like the smell of skunk to a certain extent.
Reminds me of when I was 14ish and got a fresh bag of green.
:smells bag and contents:
mmmmmmmm skunky 
I think I would say it smells - skunky
According to Native Americans (well, some Native Canadians, anyway), breathing deeply of skunk smell is good for your respiratory system. So, whiff away!
(I’ve actually done this, and if there is no other benefit, at least breathing deeply of skunk smell desensitizes your nose quickly!)
To me, skunk almost has a burning, electrical smell. There have been times when I’ve woken up out of a sound sleep fearing something had shorted out and my house was burning down, only to realize there was a window open and I was smelling skunk. And what’s really bad is that you don’t just smell it, you taste it. Bleah 
I saw my first LIVE skunk just a few weeks ago.
Not saying much. It could be rigged because CelticCowboy is the only person who likes the smell - thus giving men the edge.
I don’t mind the smell of skunk, as long as it’s not up close and personal. THAT reeks. Dead skunk from a ways away isn’t all that unpleasant.
<Loudon Wainwright III>
*Crossin’ the highway late last night
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right
He didn’t see the Gjorpster’s car
The skunk got squashed and there you are!
You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin’ to high heaven!*
</Loudon Wainwright III>
Skunk isn’t that bad.
I live out in the country, and have dogs that chase varmints in the fields all night, so consequently, I smell skunk stink strongly quite frequently… and you know, its nice, kind of… earthy, tangy even.
Feed lots, on the other hand… shudder
There’s nothing like driving into a massive (visible!) cloud of methane gas produced from tons upon tons of manure sitting in the hot sun.
I heard that song on the radio recently; I was just sorry that the Younger Tigers weren’t in the car with me, they wouldn’t believe it when I got home and sang them the chorus!
We were visiting my BIL in Minnesota a couple of years ago and he took us out to a wildlife preserve where he does conservation trapping so has access. So there we are tooling down the dirt road when Mama Skunk and the four Baby Skunks come trotting across the road, Mama in the lead. She crosses to the underbrush at the other side – but the little ones stop and see us and decide, “Hey, that looks fun! Let’s go visit THEM!”
BIL not only stops the van but starts backing up, very, very slowly…as four really, really cute baby skunks start down the road for a visit with us…but fortunately, before he decided it was time to just alarm them and gun it to get us away from them, Mama discovered her missing offspring and reappeared, chewing them out quite vociferously, and chivvied them back into the underbrush with her.
Which was fortunate, because we were trying to figure out the closest place to buy the largest quantity of tomato juice, and whether we’d live long enough to get there.
My brother and I used to have a game when we were little where it had a scratch 'n sniff skunk, and if you landed on a certain square in the game you had to scratch and sniff the skunk. It was absolutely revolting and I’m not sure why we played it other than the fact that we were gluttons for punishment. When we got a little older (9 and 7), we ended up turning it into an either/or situation: “You can either smell the skunk or I’ll fart and you have to smell that!”. Most of the time, we would have chosen the fart since this skunk smelled so bad we’d gag sometimes. We were odd children.
Does anyone else remember this game? I can’t for the life of me remember what it was.
Ava