Bitter, yes, but terribly lucid and incisive.

ScentStories Up Your Nose / It plugs into the wall and plays "scent CDs" and features Shania Twain, somehow. Hail, Satan: "Look at it this way: much like white zinfandel or 'Cathy' cartoons or the George W. Bush presidency, ScentStories could vanish tomorrow and no sentient being anywhere on the planet would miss it, ever. And that, verily, is the scent of true perspective."

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