Like the Beatles said, "Money can't buy you....good body smell"!

I am back. I was going to post today, but I figured I should do it while it is still in my mind. This all about Stinky Guy. I went to work out on Friday and as I was parking I wondered if Stinky Guy were there and would I be smelling him later. As I start to pull into a spot, I notice Stinky Guy walking from the entrance to his car. I am in a good mood. My olfactory senses are less likely to be assualted in the near future.

I get out of my car and watch him load his crap into a newish silver BMW 735i. I am astonished by the fact that he can afford a car like that but he cannot put out for a bar of fucking soap or the instructions in how to use it. I am flabbergasted by this turn of events. I would not want to be buying that car used. It will be unsaleable given his stench. That stank will just get into the carpets and the leather, eating away it at the paint, like acid. My eyes are watering now just thinking about it.

It did make me think that some of the things that money can't buy are love (though it can be used to rent sex, so that ain't too bad), happiness (but it can buy a better level of depression, and that has to be worth something) and good body scent (does good body odor (BO) make sense?, but it can buy some soap and deodorant, just not the will or the intelligence to use them).

That is that for this cool, damp and windy Victoria Day.