It’s mid-August and we’re finally getting the Summer weather we’ve craved since… well, the beginning of that ugly labour disruption we’ve just gone through… I’m not bitter. I’ll take the hot and humid weather anytime it comes. Happily. Even with some of the problems it might bring with it.
Today. Lunch time. Park bench at City Hall by the fountain. With my book. Humidex of 33 Celsius. I’m feeling the heat. I’m enjoying my read. I’m also texting with DR about some crazy ass mini-hdmi cable, like I know what the hell I’m talking about. Life is good.
My lunch break almost done, I gathered my belongings and started heading back to the office. There’s a convenient store along the way where I stopped to buy a large bottle of water instead of a regular one. The air conditioning inside felt really nice. I felt it cooling my face, my neck, my chest… MY CHEST??? I looked down and rigth away noticed the two dark half-moon wet shapes…
GOOD LORD… BOOBY SWEAT!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
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Booby sweat for the whole world to share. Still, that’s no so bad. I see your sweaty tits and raise you one profusely sweaty arse crack!
Oh wait, not on me personally. Happened to a friend of a friend of mine. Honest. Damn light coloured trousers.
The worst is sticky ball sweat. I hate it when they end up glued to my inner thigh.
Bahaha. You should keep an extra pile of shirts in your bottom drawer at work, just like Don Draper.
…and a bottle of scotch. Love to see SharkBoy do that at his job!
Now now SB, remember, it’s not booby sweat.
You’re a man, you have moobs.
If you have really big moobs, you get yourself a mansieere or a bro.
But the one thing I hate is when you get that bead of sweat that manages to roll down the middle of your back and down past your waist band and somehow manages to go sploosh! Right into the arse cheeks.
But I hear that women have that problem sometimes with the girls as well.
Mutant, EP, William: OK! Ass sweat is worst than booby sweat. I agree totally.
Jenn: I love that show… Can you believe I don’t even have a desk to leave anything in drawers anymore? I’ve managed to steal just enough room in someone else desk to leave my file with vacash requests and such…
DR: I’d probably have gin if I had room, and Fresca… and lemon wedges… Now, I’m thirsty.