Wednesday, September 03, 2003 |
I smell like a woman today
Thankfully I do not have to go into the office today.
This morning I was forced to use my wife's deodorant instead of the decidedly more masculine variety I usually use.
It's quite a frightening sound when you get to the end of your deodorant spray can. Instead of the satisfying sound of copious amounts of ozone layer depleting, Alzheimer's disease causing, arm pit coating spray spewing fourth, you are faced with the pathetic drizzle, splutter and cough that signifies the bitter end of the can. This brings on the horrifying prospect of going out into the public domain stinking like a Town Hall Station Hobo in the hot summer sun.
I hate to think what I will be forced to do if I ever let my clean undies run out.
Thankfully I do not have to go into the office today.
This morning I was forced to use my wife's deodorant instead of the decidedly more masculine variety I usually use.
It's quite a frightening sound when you get to the end of your deodorant spray can. Instead of the satisfying sound of copious amounts of ozone layer depleting, Alzheimer's disease causing, arm pit coating spray spewing fourth, you are faced with the pathetic drizzle, splutter and cough that signifies the bitter end of the can. This brings on the horrifying prospect of going out into the public domain stinking like a Town Hall Station Hobo in the hot summer sun.
I hate to think what I will be forced to do if I ever let my clean undies run out.
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