Seeing as I live in a house full of boys,
I think it’s fair I post the girl perspective:
AGNES by Tony Cochran
I don’t know about dead chickens,
but I’d definitely say my snorts of boy
either clear my head or knock me out.
8 thoughts on “Boy Stink”
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Tracy Abell 
Ha!
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And you know from whence you HA! You live at Casa de BOYS!
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Boys are made of greasy, grimy gopher guts.
‘Nuf said.
🙂
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And marinated monkey meat, and little birdies stinky feet…
You know where I’m coming from re The Stink.
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Yes, this is very true 😉 It’s hard now that D is more and more boy (rather than little boy), because the stink is increasing, as well, hehe.
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Ain’t that the truth? The stink just grows and grows, right along with them. Sometimes I’m in awe of what they can emit. 🙂
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Too funny! Boys do have a distinct smell. 🙂
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Yep, the male of the species has its own special scent. Whew!
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