I grew up next to a farm in western Pennsylvania. This smell is 100 times worse.

It's like the third Sunday it's been going on. Every Sunday, it gets worse and worse and finally came to a end.

The bigger they are, the worse they smell

The thing I like about this fellow is he grew up on a farm, ... He doesn't have a lot of fancy airs.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

I don't know what that gas is made of, but it can't smell any worse than Ernie Johnson 's gym bag.