That's what it smelled like in the gas staion convenience store I randomly went into last night. Like a thousand people who just got finished playing 3 hours of full court basketball all bent over doggiestyle in a hot, humid "ass room".
I don't know what it was, but it was like someone left a gallon of cottage cheese out in the sun for 6 days and they put it under the counter. I literally wrinkled my nose when I walked in, but the clerk seemed perfectly fine with it. I did notice that he was extra friendly and talkative. Like his excessive conversation was going to cover the smell of booty death in his establishment.![]()