I can't smell the scrape from under my toenail because I haven't been able to get to it for a while.
I used to cut my toe-nails but then I stopped over lazyness. Over time my toe-nail began to grow widely out of control, strange furry green things began to form, bacteria began to collect, a pond of microscopic primative life toke shape, formed a civilisation, invented the radio and soon after the nuclear warhead and we now both live in treaty under the condition that they will not release WMD's so long as I don't go within 2 feet of any surrounding toe-nail clippers.
O curse this ever lasting irony of peace through war for it doth twixt mine mind.