Dear Smelly Thing,
I know you are somewhere in my car. I’m not sure what you are, or where you are, but I am sure you smell like death. What I don’t understand is where you are hiding. My car is spotless. There isn’t a single piece of garbage in my entire ride…however the smell begs to differ.
You came to me in what was a warming trend last week. At first I thought you may be just some stench from the wet floor mats, but now I think you are something far worse. I went through my entire car looking for you, but atlas you are very elusive. Yesterday my kids got into my car, my daughter said “Daddy, it smells like a skunk in here.” little does she know her daddy is The Skunk. Just this morning I entered my car and was hit by your repulsive stench. I again tore my car apart looking for you. But you are nowhere to be found. I am convinced you are some creature that has died in my engine… I will look after work. If you get this letter before I find you please take warning, you will be firmly eliminated from my vehicle, and the funk of The Skunk will prevail yet again!
-The Skunk
It kind of smells like a rotting milk cow … a really large, inconspicuous milk cow. A cow whose milk has spoiled, yet she managed to slip into a car, unseen. Good luck with that! yikes.
The good news KK, the smell is going away. Sure you don’t want to ride in the Skunk Funk auto tomorrow??