My ex-girlfriend, the one who was the lovely dainty ballerina, kept her car in a state of complete and total squalor. It wasn't enough that it always smelled of sweaty feet - that I could understand from the dancing en pointe. No, it was the piles of trash on the passenger seat and in front of the passenger seat. At one point she thought something had crawled into the car and died (like a rat) because it smelled so bad.

I found that in reality, she had forgotten about a Taco Bell burrito for about a month.