It’s a cold and windy night.
A lot of people may be cancelling their plans. A lot of people may double down and go out regardless because when you’re drunk on New Year’s Eve you don’t really care about much except where your next drink is coming from.
I am choosing to have a quiet one. My rowdy days are way behind me and I would much prefer sitting at home to anything outside.
There were several photos that I was considering to upload as my last post of the year but this one stood out the most. It speaks to all of us on some level, offering advice and guidance. It also points to the future like a bright beacon illuminating the darkness.
I don’t think I need to add anything else.
Smell well, boys, smell well.
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Funny you should post this. I was wondering whether I could adopt a new motto or phrase to guide my path in the new year that lies ahead. And here it is.
Smell well.
Smell well, dear sirs.
Smell on, smell good, smell well.
Also stay fresh, cheese bags.
Save your breath, balloon pump.
Clean it up, hand wash.
Buff to sheen, meat grinder
Just checking in. We’ve had three weeks of the new year now, are we all still smelling well? I just had a good long sniff and I’m pretty pleased with myself.
(Forgot to put the washing machine on)
I will be smelling well but you’ll have to wait around 70 minutes.
It’s been three days, how are you smelling now? Well, I hope.
Much better, thank you. I’m stood in fresh air with two lemons about my person. I’m as fresh as can be.
I’ll wager that you’ve never smelled weller.