B'Jongay
The kind of smell that makes you question why you ever left your house. It’s like someone took a moldy sock, dipped it in hot sauce, and let it rot in the sun for a week.
My friend’s B'Jongay is so bad, the whole school started wearing masks.
I could smell B'Jongay from the lunch table.
My mom’s B'Jongay is so strong, my dad started wearing a gas mask.