I was at my second job the other day. A soul-crushing piece of shit line of work we'll call The Sports Authority.
It was the middle of the day. The sun was shining. It smelled like B.O.
I lifted up my right arm and took a whiff. Nothing but freshness.
Lifted up my left. It smelled like a fat guy's bed sheet.
Somehow I had managed to get out of the shower swipe my right pit and leave it at that.
I'm 28 years old and my brain is a fried egg. But I am still spry enough to count.
100 posts.
Keep to my right.
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2 comments:
Congrats on this milestone.
Also, I always enjoy the use of the word spry.
Good job.
thanks man. and thanks for stickin' with me.
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