Everyday is messenger appreciation day on elevators. Summer has arrived in Seattle but elevator conversations continue to be about the weather. The smells, however have changed. Because the smell of freedom at 82 degrees differs slightly from the smell of freedom at 52 degrees. I wouldn’t want your job on a day like this.
On a hot day I enjoy entering a crowded elevator still dripping sweat from the last time I actually rode my bike. Then I like to run my hand across the top of my head. Each hair only 3/8” long, but collectively just long enough to propel a fine mist of perspiration into the air for all to share.
Who can ride an elevator and in the span of 7 floors Change his shirt and put on a fresh pair of drawers
The messenger The messenger can cuz he mixes it with sweat and makes the world smell good
speaking of things that make the world smell good...i think cory should hold his next corndaawwwg classic next year when it coincides with the cornhole classic tournie in chicago...imgaine the scents that would be waffting that day?!
oh i got yer link to back it up!
http://www.chicagocornholeclassic.com/
"Then I like to run my hand across the top of my head. Each hair only 3/8” long, but collectively just long enough to propel a fine mist of perspiration into the air for all to share."
For some reason, this sentence struck a chord with me, and I fell upon one knee and praised the lord up high.
And he was all, "word."
