Stinky to the nth level
I went to Glorietta yesterday to do some shopping. Yehey! My friend told me that only gays shop. I told him that I’m no gay, I’m a metrosexual. Nyahahaha. Anyway, I was about to try a poloshirt when the fitting room was currently occupied. So there, I waited until he finished. Once inside I almost vomited. WTF! The room was f**** stinky. Then I realized the guy was holding some shorts, so I immediately thought that he took off his shoes to try the shorts out. Man. The guy has all the nerve in the world to share his stinking feet. Not that my feet are perfectly odorless, but I have digression. If I know that my feet is stinky I don’t have the guts to take it off.
And lastly, he is wearing a chucks. Every time I wear a chucks my feet is -very- stinky. Why?
