When George Michael got old, he had to pay other people to sniff his armpits.

"Hold on, Jeb...I almost got that blue-spotted Pitsnipe."

"Marge down at the bakery heard from Maude at the Beauty shope that Ethel at the package store saw you shooting heroine through your armpit."

As Dr. Lucille finished her checkup of the Danish ambassador, she could only conclude that something, indeed, was rotten in Denmark.

"We know you're in there and we've got you surrounded. Now come on out, before I get the deodorant and topical cremes."

"Interesting... your armpits DO smell like pistachio paste!"

Ethel boasted that she could smell BO from up to an inch away.