High on Incense

We are new to boy scouts this year. (we meaning David - already been through b.s. with the other two) He had a meeting last night at the leaders house. I walked in and thought I had gone through Dr. Evil's time machine. I did that little leap he does too and my mini-me was David.

Seriously, this lady had shit hanging down from the ceiling like macrame and shells. But the biggest things was the incense. It was like a dense fog in there. I sounded my foghorn to safely make it into the living room. I couldn't hardly breathe! Do people really like the smell of sandalwood? What the hell is sandalwood anyway?? It does kind of smell of stinky old shoes burning.

The cute little scouts in their uniforms were all sitting around this coffee table and all that I could think was "When do they start passing around a big fat reefer?"

No wonder I never made it passed being a Brownie. Totally shagadellic.