this morning #544.

this morning, a corrosive cloud of cologne announced his arrival to the rest of the office. he parted the seas with the scent of paco rabanne 1 million, leaving a trail of tears behind him as his coworkers became overwhelmed with the smell. through his intense application, he had effectively turned an aphrodisiac into an affront. behind its odor, he was hiding a whole host of things. lack of intellect. slight BO. severe insecurities. his fear of being alone. all of them buried beneath by a product that bragged about being “the scent of insolence.” while this disrespect wasn’t quite the vibe he was going for, he was convinced that it went a long way toward helping him land the ladies.