Everybody knows there are two kinds of belly buttons: an insy and an outsy. I have an insy. When I was a kid, bored and alone, I'd sometimes pick the lint out of my navel. Naturally, curiosity eventually got the better of me and I sniffed the tip of my finger. It had a distinctive aroma. Do you remember your navel odor? I do. And, last night, it was oddly the exact smell on my dog's breath.
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