If it wasn't enough to have steadily graying hair, a mediocre dead end job, and a growing belly to make me feel like I'm getting old, last week I got the most clear sign ever. It's no secret to Bro' s that I believe all aging white men smell like sandwhich meat. That's right. Cold cuts. Well on Friday I was sitting at my desk doing something so mindlessly boring that I almost forgot to breath, when suddenly this chick in the office starts looking around all startled. She scrunches up her nose and points it in the air. sniff. sniff. This immediately makes me nervous because my nuerotic jewish half automatically thinks I smell, or stepped in shit or something. Well, she sniffs around for a couple more seconds -getting closer and closer to me- and then asks, "Are you eating bologna?" What? I got so heated. Sarcastically I replied, "Nah, but I stuffed a few slices in my pocket before I left the house...." Yo, you see me sitting here, I'm not hiding a bologna sandwhich in my jacket. I got both hands right here shuffling papers up and down and all around - NOT eating a mysterious lunch meat, stop trying to play me. Damn. I bounced from work and showered as soon as I got back to the crib, But it was too late. Damn Danny...you got that bologna smell.
If it wasn't enough to have steadily graying hair, a mediocre dead end job, and a growing belly to make me feel like I'm getting old, last week I got the most clear sign ever. It's no secret to Bro' s that I believe all aging white men smell like sandwhich meat. That's right. Cold cuts. Well on Friday I was sitting at my desk doing something so mindlessly boring that I almost forgot to breath, when suddenly this chick in the office starts looking around all startled. She scrunches up her nose and points it in the air. sniff. sniff. This immediately makes me nervous because my nuerotic jewish half automatically thinks I smell, or stepped in shit or something. Well, she sniffs around for a couple more seconds -getting closer and closer to me- and then asks, "Are you eating bologna?" What? I got so heated. Sarcastically I replied, "Nah, but I stuffed a few slices in my pocket before I left the house...." Yo, you see me sitting here, I'm not hiding a bologna sandwhich in my jacket. I got both hands right here shuffling papers up and down and all around - NOT eating a mysterious lunch meat, stop trying to play me. Damn. I bounced from work and showered as soon as I got back to the crib, But it was too late. Damn Danny...you got that bologna smell.
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I'm not sure it has anything to do with age but I've been told I smell like a combination of lamb and mint.
Ah yes, Hamatosis - A terrible affliction. My roomate a suffers from it terrribly.
evan smells like lamb and balls
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