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2005-04-12 - 5:01 p.m. Remember a few weeks ago when I was treated to the olfactory assault by my co- worker? Apparently this is the sequel and NOW HE’S PISSED! This guy smells like a two week old bacon cheeseburger with extra onions. How can you leave the house that stinky and not realize or worse… not care. Two weeks ago someone left a can of deodorant on his desk (you know, as a gentle reminder that we do not live a third world country and we have such luxuries available to us) and he STILL didn’t get the message. In fact he asked around to see if anyone had left it there on accident. Like it is normal to wander up to someone’s desk while applying deodorant then accidentally leave it there when you leave. I shudder to think what his apartment smells like. Damn. i want you to know that I do not, in any way, consider this an entry. I just had to vent about the funk. Oh, reminds me of a song. Play me out Parliament… we got the funk, who’s got that funk?
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