I bet Debbie Wasserman-Schultz’s panties smell as fresh as a spring rain.

Indeed. As fresh as a spring rain falling into a pit of month old festering hog carcasses, cod liver oil and hydrogen sulfide.

This guy's ball sack, plus rotten sardines carefully placed in the rectum of a dead rino (not mispelled), carefully inserted in the rectum of a dead hippo, carefully inserted in the rectum of a dead blue whale, carefully inserted in the vag of a live Rosie O'Donnell, slathered in kimchee and dead walrus fat.

A ball sack in a turduckin democrat. how appetizing

The thought of the smell of her panties, or her used panties in general.

Or her in general...

No, I think you're way off. It's more like;

Michael Moore left the top off his septic tank and a Sasquatch fell in and died mixed with a slaughterhouse dumpster full of burning skunks.