Homeboys bref smells like three miles of shit.

I recommend hitting her with the "Do you need a mint?" test.

Hugh,
Do you ever call it the smellevator?

'Cause we had one of those in my old job. "Nah man, I'll wait, that's the smellevator."

I stepped onto the elevator down and there was just one dude already inside (works on floor 28, I presume), who looked new, and who was clearly uncomfortable with the fact that he'd farted just before the 'vator stopped to pick me up.

So I smiled at him, and said in a conspiratorial tone, "We must've gotten on the smelly elevator, huh?"

Then I shit my pants laughing.

Yesterday I farted so bad that it drove everybody out of the front office. It was just one fart, but deadly. Corndogs and chili beans. I had to go outside for an extended smoke break while they opened all the doors and aired things out.