Mark

It goes on pancakes.

French toast.

I know about maple syrup.

So the guy's trying to convince me it's not the AC unit.

And he's like, he's rubbing his hands on the pipes of the thing.

He's like, I know this is weird, but like...

And I was like, oh.

For those who are just listening, Wade jutted his fingers towards camera, not said a word.

That's what happened was the guy held his fingers toward me like in a very, took me a minute to realize and attempt to get me to sniff his fingers.

Well, he didn't want to say out loud the words, smell my fingers.

I don't like to admit it to anyone, but yes, I paid this man $60 to come to my house so I could smell his fingers on my birthday.

Oh, did you?

Yes, three separate times I smelled this man's fingers.

Three times?

That's a little strange.

And none of the times that his fingers smelled like maple syrup.

It got away from bad to worse.

The mystery thickens.

You know, and there were only two pipes you rubbed on, so I swear to God, I don't know what the third one was that I smelled, but they were all bad.

I don't mean to say it, but have you thought about a Canadian ghost?