Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Letter #8

Dear Peeps at the Gym,
Find the balance. I don't want to smell your BO, but I don't want to smell your cheap-ass vanilla body spray or your knock-off Axe Expressions.
Deodorant will suffice. P.S. Note to gym staff: I don't want to smell anyone cooking BACON in your little break room microwave either. That's just cruel. Keep your sodium packed, nitrate laced deliciousness to yourself. I would just wold my breath, but that's impossible while I'm trying to workout for Pete's sake.

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