Well, shit on my balls and lick the remnants... - justin_guber

Well, shit on my balls and lick the remnants...

...I've always wanted to use that.

No sooner did I arrive at work this morning, I was bombarded with 20+ job requisitions, a meeting, had to redo some copy, had to check some other copy, had to write a whole new bunch of copy, do up my timesheets and go to the toilet. Bloody hell.

Thanks to all that, my body began to sweat profusely and since I left my Gillette deodarant at home, I had to use 'Dashing', the poor man's Brut. Thank God I trimmed my armpit hair, but even then, the amount of rushing about I've been doing this morning has managed to break the BO through even that. May buy some more Gillette deo later.

But yes, I trimmed my armpit hair yesterday morning with much trepidation, and found to my immediate delight that it does make a helluva difference. The only thing stopping me from shaving it all off completely is the fear of stuble. Imagine a grown man constantly scratching his armpits and you begin to understand why human DNA differs to that of apes by only 2% (or something along those lines).

So I trimmed my armpit hair. So what? It works. I have no wish to join the ranks of sweaty, smelly Malay men (let's face it, boys, we got that problem bad). I used my mom's scissors for them. I wonder if she noticed? Maybe I'll trim my pubes tonight and try and do bonsai designs. Apparently it makes your johnson look totally bigger.

And tonight, it's gig time. Paul's Place, Uptown. 9pm. Triple 6 Poser, Y2k and two other bands which I can't remember at the moment. Entrance: 1 soft drink. Be there. Or not. Your choice, really. Free world.

I actually have a lot more I want to write but time is not on my side today. I only hope I can finish all my work and make it to Paul's to rehearse before the gig starts.

7.9.04 06:49

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