OK, so I'm sitting here on the train on my crackberry next to an aptly spread out south shore businessman (see previous post for comparison to my ass). Anyhoo I just would like to state for the record that it smells like a cross between freshly baked bread and that smell of the old musty marching band uniforms... You know the one on the PVTA bus back to chapel after a game in 70 degree heat in *wool* uniforms... For those that don't know what I'm talking about, boy are you lucky. Ick.