The night before the battle of Little Bighorn, Col Custer is approached by one of his lieutenants. "Sir, there is a large group of Indians on the other side of that ridge. And frankly, I don't like the sound of those drums."
Suddenly a distant voice is heard out of the darkness. "That's not our regular drummer!"
Back in 4th grade elementary class,
we had a word for a foul odor: funky,
But we pronounced it as "funngeh"
(Emphasizing the n as "unnngh!"
as in straining to lift a heavy object).
So I started using that term again
for things that schmell funktified.