Andrew Helps Jeff (jebbager) with a girl scout cookie... from our ride a couple weeks ago.
So I get done my workout yesterday, run upstairs, take a quick shower. Scrub myself with all the freaking flowery shower gel my wife has. Wash my hair, no conditioner, (it makes me look too greasy). I dry off, put on some deodorant, brush my teeth , and get dressed. I head down to the computer to do some quick surfing.
As sit at the computer, I get a whiff of something awful. I mean, bad sub shop, high school wrestlers, old bad milk awful. I think to myself, "self you stink. I mean real bad, how can this be you just cleaned up?"
I do a quick pit check, they smell fine, the old hold your hand over your mouth trick, nope not my breath. " I don't think it's me, It can't be me." I run into the kitchen, I'm still smelling it. It's like funky feet, like stagnate water, like cabbage. No matter were I go, I can't shake the stink, but I'm sure it's not me.
I walk out to see Diane. I ask "honey, do I stink?" She quickly replies, "no" but he does. Diane pointing to my beloved Riley. I crouched down, and sure enough, the malodorous driver of my nasal discontent was my favorite male dog in the world, Riley. With a sense of relief that this wasn't me stinking up the house, I direct riley up stairs, "common on buddy it's bath time..."
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