Freshener Air Quotes & Sayings

People use each other as markers for what's real, so you can't be alone anymore. Solitude draws suspicions.

pg. 163 — S.K. Kalsi

There was another time when Mike was really foul mood and we had to make a pit stop so he could use a porta potty. Mike went to use the porta potty and we were waiting inside the RV. It was joe's idea, but we all got out and started to rock the thing back and forth. We didn't mean to, but we ended up tipping the porta potty over while Mike was in it! Then we attacked him with air freshener — Chester Bennington

We were licencees of Sara Lee Corp's air freshener brand Ambi Pur, which they sold to Procter and Gamble. So we handed it over to Procter and Gamble. Now we will introduce our own brand of air freshener. — Adi Godrej

Men still wear cologne, but I wish they wouldn't. No matter what you may believe, all men's fragrances smell like the air freshener in a taxi. — Patricia Marx

TV goes to a commercial for air freshener. A woman is spraying air freshener so her family will be happy. — Gillian Flynn

Air freshener is man's pitiful attempt to have his food smell as good, after digestion, as they did, before ingestion. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

How do you know when you are too drunk to drive? When you swerve to miss a tree then realize it was your air-freshener. — Mike Miller

Picture it in your mind's nostril: you get in a cab in time to catch twin thugs named Vomit and Cologne assaulting a defenseless pine-tree air freshener. — Sloane Crosley

We are working with the power industry all over the world. We are meeting customers in aerospace and getting them to tour our plants. — Baba Kalyani

Safety was not a big thing when I was growing up. A seat belt was something that got in the way: 'Ma, the seat belt is digging into my back.' 'Stuff it down into the seat. And roll those windows up, you're letting the smoke out' — Margaret Smith

For when we fail to see that our life is change, we set ourselves against ourselves and become like Ouroboros, the misguided snake, who tries to eat his own tail. Ouroboros is the perennial symbol of all vicious circles, of every attempt to split our being asunder and make one part conquer the other. — Alan W. Watts

Er, Nick can see illusions, so he'll be going into Salisbury. Who - ?"

Now there was a question hanging in the car like very awkward air freshener. — Sarah Rees Brennan

You, Lord, are the only One who knows the whole story, so we don't have the right to judge. — Stormie O'martian

Heavy use of a special hypoallergenic organic air freshener is encouraged at Post-Human Services, because the scent of immortality is complex. — Gary Shteyngart

Back there or maybe even taken an actual shit, and then tried to cover it up with a bunch of coconut air freshener that smelled like suntan lotion. The seats were greasy, and patched with duct tape, and the shocks were nearly gone. Whenever we struck a — Donna Tartt

pedigree whose odor even the forest of air-freshener trees he'd hung from the mirror couldn't mask. — Ransom Riggs

I'm totally a ninja wolfhound. This car is ridiculous, though. He has a revolting citrus air freshener in here. Do you know when his birthday is? We should get him one that smells like steak or Italian sausage. — Kevin Hearne

I have your gun" I pulled the Ruger out of my bag and gave it to Ranger. He held the gun flat in his hand and looked at it. "It smells like orange blossoms."
"I washed it and sprayed it with air freshener"
"You washed it?"
"I wore rubber gloves and scrubbed it with my vegetable brush. It was.. icky"
He yanked open the driver's side door, pulled me out of the car, and kissed me. The kiss involved tongue, and a hand on my ass, and made my nipples tingle.
"I can always count on you to brighten my day" Ranger said.
Ranger drove off, and I got back into the Buick.
"That was hot," Lula said. "Imagine what he'd do if you washed his Glock
After Stephanie threw up on Rangers gun. — Janet Evanovich

If you spend enough time in the past, everyone turns into a villain, — Christopher Rice

Had taught him to sharpen his senses - to trust the instincts that had been guiding him south. His homing radar was tingling like crazy now. The end of his journey was close - almost right under his feet. But how could that be? There was nothing on the hilltop. The wind changed. Percy caught the sour scent of reptile. A hundred yards down the slope, something rustled through the woods - snapping branches, crunching leaves, hissing. Gorgons. For the millionth time, Percy wished their noses weren't so good. They had always said they could smell him because he was a demigod - the half-blood son of some old Roman god. Percy had tried rolling in mud, splashing through creeks, even keeping air-freshener sticks in his pockets so he'd have that new car smell; but apparently demigod stink was hard to mask. He scrambled to the west — Rick Riordan

But no, he had to smell as good as he tasted, earthy and natural, like sex in the woods. He'd make a fantastic air freshener for some guy's man cave.
Ione, Larissa (2014-12-16). Revenant (Demonica) (p. 71). Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition. — Larissa Ione

Faint and not so pleasant. "Okay," I said. "It's the pantry. Neat and fully stocked. You get an A in supply management, if there is such a thing." "What do you smell?" "Spices, mostly. Coffee. Maybe air freshener, too, I'm not sure. — Stephen King

Just imagine what it was like growing up here," he replied. "Every time I farted, the maid sprayed air freshener. — Nick Wilgus

I open the gallery door, walk in with that sinking feeling I always have in galleries. It's the carpets that do it to me, the hush, the sanctimoniousness of it all: galleries are too much like churches, there's too much reverence, you feel there should be some genuflecting going on. Also I don't like it that this is where paintings end up, on these neutral-toned walls with the track lighting, sterilized, rendered safe and acceptable. It's as if somebody's been around spraying the paintings with air freshener, to kill the smell. The smell of blood on the wall. — Margaret Atwood