Why a stuffed nose ain't such a bad thing...

...since you get to skip some of life's more oderous tasks, including:

• Avoiding nappy duty. Sorry love, couldn't smell a thing...


• Missing out on junior's remarkably smelly feet. Even more smelly than mine, yes indeedy.


• Being oblivious to the Ruskie programmer's extraordinary bad breath, especially when he smiles his steel-crowned gnashers at you.


• Not throwing today's socks into the wash because, well, they don't look like they smell. Sorry love, couldn't smell a thing...


• Not having to suffer the after-effects of a mrs. anglosaxy Bamba session. Those of you who know, know...


• Walking down Allenby Street and remaining unaware of the piss-stained shop entrances.


• Driving behind a garbage truck without having to wind your windows up.


• Finally getting to use Open Spacey's rank board markers. Fuck me they stink, but then, right now, I'm oblivious...


• Failing to uncover those rotting potatoes in that DMZ area corner of the kitchen. Sorry love, couldn't smell a thing...