Name That Smell....

That's the little game I play each and everytime I come home, right before I go into my appartment. You see, my neighbors are big big stoners, and to make things more interesting they like to cook nasty, nasty food when they smoke pot. It's like they have no idea that they have a kitchen fan, which would suck the icky smell out of the building, instead of letting it accumlate in front of my front door.
Anyways... usually it's just something moderately disgusting like pot and sausage, or potsage as I've come to call it. Last night topped everything! I came home after my long train ride, and bus ride, with the scariest bust driver EVER! And guess what smell i came home to??

I swear, it was pot and fish, and sauerkraut, with just a hint of curry!! It was the most foul thing I've ever ever smelled. EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
That is my story.