the story of the stinky armpits

 

have you ever reached down deep inside to find the courage to speak up for all the underdogs in front of a boardroom of individuals, and none of the other underdogs chimed in to support you? all but three of the individuals in the entire room, executives and non-executives alike, agree with you mind you ~ and know it is the right thing to do ~ to speak what has gone unspoken until now... yet no one utters a word of support. not one. not a peep. zip. zero. nada. we're talkin' silence here, folks. silencio, mis amigos. no one says a single syllable. well you know when you drive past harris ranch on the 5, whether you're going north or south, only you can smell it about ten miles away? well that is the smell of nervous moo moos. those little moo cows know what's comin'. trust me. they know. they talk about it amongst themselves. think about it: dairy farms don't smell like that. no, no, nooo ~ that's because dairy moo cows are happy little moo cows ~ and happy little moo cows know no fear... just the sweet fragrance of flowery-smelling-poopoos. well i'm just sayin' after addressing the big elephant standing in the middle of the boardroom all by myself... i most certainly do not smell fresh as a daisy like a dairy cow! and that's the story of why today i have stinky armpits.

~ janean christine mariani