This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. I swear it happened just like this: I was sitting at my desk this afternoon when a co-worker came over to ask me a question. I turned to face her and assumed the relaxed position—feet up on the desk, arms up and hands clasped behind my head. She stopped in mid-sentence and then said, “Something smells good over here… is it you? Actually, it smells like nice candles… have you lit some candles? It smells good.” Being the wiseass that I am, I innocently said, “Maybe it’s my deodorant.” So she said, “Really?” and then bent over and put her face in my armpit to smell it! Holy crap! I couldn’t believe it—but I was thankful as hell when she said, “Yes, it is your deodorant that smells good!” Oh my God… I was mostly speechless—kind of alternating between laughing hysterically and trying to come up with some kind of response and failing miserably.
Either way, for those of you in the Los Angeles area, my singing group is putting on what could be our final performance this Sunday night. If you’re around and have nothing better to do, why not stop by The Bitter Redhead in Santa Monica? Doors open at 6:30pm, we go on at 7pm. No cover, no minimum drink limit (and no maximum one either!). Hope you can make it.
Yeah. So. Enjoy this lovely track for your Friday amusement. Right-click and save as.