Tastes like garlic... smells like my balls

I just ate an awesome Italian dinner featuring Moretti beer (Ya... it's where I got my porn name), Fried Calamari, and spagetti with garlic and oil and spinach and chicken. And I paid for it with the money I made on the Big Gay Tea Dance this afternoon. The money that was wedged under my nuttsack or in my buttcrack for most of the day. I hope the waitress doesn't smell it. Although, it probably smells a lot like what I ate for dinner!