Close your eyes… Picture the scene…
It’s summer. The day has been getting hotter and hotter. As usual the air conditioning is not working in the office and some little runt has swiped your supply of desk fans and rubbed off the secret mark you made underneath in case of such an event. The cocktail of Curry and Cobra lager you had last night has reached its volcanic peak and the brown botty magma is only a few discrete pumps away. Lets face it… you smell - bad!
It’s those kind of days when you (and your colleagues) long for one of these products. Its the only thing that will save you from complete anal meltdown.
Well, it's not a giant lizard slaying robot and its not a new religion.
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