Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, November 22, 2010
I walked into an invisible stench cloud this morning and quickly decided to pull my shirt over my nose for the duration of my visit.
Although this childish behavior is severely frowned upon in third world countries for the offense to the natives, that's not the reason I didn't want to get caught washing my hands while seemingly smelling my own torso... I just don't want to be caught looking silly any more than I already do. At least not at work.
So is the lining that I didn't get caught? Nah. That's too removed from the situation. The good news is, my armpits were a tad stinky.
"What? Why the heck is that good news?!" you ask.
1 - because they were a tad stinky, they did a superb job of covering up something far more horrifying to the olfactory bulb
2 - Because my nose was down my shirt, I didn't have to wait until I stank through 2 layers before noticing that I needed a little DEO.
And some water.
Dehydration is notorious for sending out pungent pheromone-cover-uppers.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
I just hit my head so hard that I was silent. Not that silence is incredibly difficult for me, but when you hurt yourself and scream, it’s one thing… when you smack your forehead on what I call a “triple corner” and just crouch silently in pain, it’s a different level. I don’t think I’m bleeding,
I saw those stars like in a cartoon. That was kinda cool.