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Smells like the club in your glass.
Dave had a glass of tea. Rhys asked, ”What’s that, Dada?”
“Tea.”
“Can I smell it?” (we get this request a lot)
“Okay.”
*inhalation*
Breaking out the beatbox, he observed, “It smells like ‘oom-cha-oom-cha-oom-cha-oom-cha’”
