The commuters on the train were minding their own business when they noticed a foul smell, foul, yet familiar. Glancing around briefly and discreetly from their phones, magazines, books, Ipods, etc, there was nothing unusual to be seen, there were just other commuters and a bald guy in a kilt. (How strange) Then, there is was again! A most horrid stench. Looking up from their dozing state yet again, it was revealed to be the guy in the kilt, lifting his kilt and swooshing his gonad odor outwards, using a copy of Heat magazine to do so! "I haven’t washed my gonads in 3 weeks!" Fernando told them, “Doesn’t it smell good?”
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