Mothballs, unwashed laundry and a perky-yet-subdued melange of dried spunk and Vaselline.
Oh, and he also bears the stench of bitter desperation and utter failure with a piquant overtone of the inability to take a motherfucking hint and stop fucking posting for a long while.
“It’s better than raw sewage on a hot, humid day, I guess…”-Brenda K, Felch, Michigan
“I ordered it from the J. Peterman catalog and none of the inmates here in jail have tried to be my shower partner, ifyanowutImean…”-“Stubby”, Wheeling, West Virginia
“For months my husband has been trying tog et sex from me every night when we go to bed. I simply don’t desire him, but he’s so pathetic that every night I’ve given in to him and het him put his inch high private eye inside me … it usually only lasts a few seconds. Well … thanks to you folks I don’t have to worry about that anymore! A spray or two on the neck and one on my navel and he sleeps on the couch! He thinks I have some rare African disease or something, and why bother telling him the truth? When I fake my own death next month I’ll have a brand new life to start over! I couldn’t be happier!!!”-Penelope J, San Francisco, California.
“After the initial swelling and five-inch black rash (and let’s not even get into the blue urine I had for a month solid) went down, I have to say this product wasn’t all that horrible. I won’t be continuing with it because the restraining order I had out on my ex-girlfriend is no longer necessary due to her untimely death from a racoon attack, but it was useful. Thanks for your, ah, appropriate product.”-Daniel R, Topeka, Kansas.
“~~~*~*My fr!ndz d4r3d m3 2 buY 7H!5 5H!7 4f73r w3 54w 7h3 !nf0m3rc!41. !7 5U}{0rZ! N0w mY b0yfr!3nd w0n’7 gr0p3 m3 f0r 7w0 w33k5 4f73r ! u53 !7 … w311, 0k4Y, ! gu355 7h47’5 n07 50 b4d…”-1337 GuR11, CyB3r!4
“I give my girlfriend a spritz of this on her crotchal area and a touch on her nicely poofed-up hair and we are ready for a long night of love-making!”-Mark Serlin, Florida
“I love the smell of this stuff on an uncircumcized penis”-J. Dean Tyler, Los Angeles, California
“GET HIM THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! AAAAAAAAAUGH! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOP!”-G. Uinastasia, Pennsylvania.
“He’s got his own ‘scent’ now, if that’s what you’re calling it, so now he thinks he’s the shit. He’s not the shit, if you know what I mean…”-anonymous, England.
Ryan_Liam. The newest scent from Spishak.
Is Tog Et Sex some new tantric method or something?
This is The Straight Dope, Dedicated to Fighting Ignorance. Among Cecil’s awesome and adoring Teeming Millions lurks someone with the answer to just about anything you could possibly ask (that Cecil Himself doesn’t deign to answer).
That being said:
Are you sure you really want to know? If so, in how much detail?
See, I’ve raised pedigreed cats for about 7 years now, and I’ve had more experience with feline placentas of all sorts than you can shake a dic . . . er, stick at.
I doubt very much if Ryan_Liam smells much like a fresh placenta, but there are other things that emerge from a cat’s nether regions whose memorable odor he might share.
So, who’s going to go take a sniff of him? Any volunteers?
Looks Latin. Any Latin scholars?
Marmite and wee.
English beer.
Happy Shopper cola, cheese & onion crisps and curry flavour Pot Noodles.
He also has a faint aroma of chip fat, which he gets from hanging around the Chinese chip shop, ogling at the women behind the counter.
Mexico.
Cider and sour milk.
Bad ass.
And I mean that in an entirely literal way.
pan
Seasick goats
Hai Karate.
sorta nice - maybe coconuts
porridge
Diamond White cider and Worcestershire sauce.
Ahhhh, come on chaps, he aint that bad.
Since he’s in Manchester, he probably smells of curry and beer.
He’s a lucky bastard to be able to get decent curry and beer if you ask me.
English leather or nothing at all.
I’m retracting my earlier “elderberries” guess for something that I find funnier.
This thread makes the baby Ryan_Liam cry.
Changed my mind: Doritos.