The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for January 02, 2020

Limburger cheese and raw onions.

As a teller in a bank branch where the windows swung only part way open and an elderly Italian gentleman had eaten garlic for lunch, I can attest to the fact I had to step back away from my side of the counter to be able to breathe.

They certs-aintly have a good strategy there.

Detective Tosis always gets them to talk.

Garlic!!

Ah! The team of Hal ’n Tosis! :D

Mel Brook’s 2,000 year old man swore that eating an onion pickled with garlic was the secret of long life. Whenever the Angel of Death appears just say ‘Hello, who’s there?’ and you’re good for another few decades.

This interrogator is used purposely…..lol

Illegal stench and seizure…

This torture has been approved by the powers-that-be.

Next they’re going to start playing classical music and disco.

If that doesn’t work, the cop will start dancing to pop.

Breath boarding.

At first I thought it was taking so long because he was stuttering. Nice word effects on the hard breathing!

The ACLU may have a case here, for police brutality.

Wouldn’t work on me. Sinus operations when I was very young took out my sense of smell. I can’t remember ever smelling anything.

And the bonus is his stuffy nose is gone.

Open up the window sucker,

Let me catch my breath!

As a boy of the ‘50s, I used to say to my pals, "Hhgghhello hhgghhombre hhgghhow’s my hhgghhalitosis?" Best said as a Close Talker.

Quit stealing Eddie Murphy’s material (Golden Child)