Why would anyone fall for that?

Conversation that occurred in the back of the loser cruiser this afternoon:

S: Smell my feet!

K: I don't want to smell your feet!

S: No, go ahead, smell my feet! They smell like flowers!

K: I don't want to smell your feet!

S: No, go ahead, they smell like [their friend O]!

K: I don't want to smell your feet!

E: My feet stink.

S: My feet smell like rye bread!

K: That is so gnarly.

And then on the way home there was another hilarious conversation, based on the fact that E was somewhat confused and thought a purple nurple involved twisting someone's knuckle...