From the automotive forum: xxx: People, tell me! stitched off the road, sneezed in the snow.
Zzzz: What did you eat before that?
Zzzz: I would have had that smell after that too.
Vvv: There is a smell, that is, the instinct of self-preservation remains.
zzz: Worse, when it struck off the road, and there is no smell.
Vvv: Worse if it didn’t go, and there is a smell.
Go to the Dermatologist!
It smells of socks!
YYY: Every man targets his place.
Zzz: And everyone, as they know - who has socks, who has socks...
Qqq: Yes, you calm down!You, when the boxer accidentally crushed the nest of the wild Gagara, after which the egg spread over the wheel, and the smell penetrated to you in the salon.
It smells of unburnt gasoline.
Vvv: No, it burned the eggs of the wild Gagara.
YYY: And the Gagars will also stumble.They, the Gagars, are unavailable to enjoy the battle of life: the thunder of the strikes scares them.
The smell of dried eggs - transmission!
Yyy: Who has the transmission, and who has the eggs of the wild Gagar!