When I ordered an Anchovy Pizza, the cashier said, “You are the first person ordering anchovy in 2 months.” So, I told her “Make that a double anchovy”. My coworker also ordered anchovy pizza.

“How do I explain the beauty of anchovy? How do I make them understand?” I asked my co-worker. “I don’t know, dude… start a website,” he answered.

We talked about anchovy pizzas while we were eating ’em. 
I told him how much I enjoy the chalky, meaty texture of anchovy. 
My coworker told me about the best anchovy pizza he ever had.

For lunch, we only get one trip to the salad bar with this bowl. So, naturally, we pile ’em up high. 

I quickly learned that Sprouts goes on top. That bowl of salad could have gone a lot higher, but I didn’t want to embarrass my coworker.

How come so many deodorants, aftershaves, and lotions have a stupid smell to them? Why is it so difficult to find a decent unscented aftershave?

I don’t like the smell of every single aftershave in the market. I don’t care if they are from Channel or Old Spice. They are all disgusting. I hate ’em.

I don’t want to smell like a grandfather. I don’t want to smell like a college kid who enjoys clubbing a lot.

They call it “Cool Breeze”, “Sports Scent”, and whatever… that doesn’t make sense. Why advertise your armpit smell? Everyone knows that smell is coming from the pits of your arms. That’s disgusting.

This goes the same with feminine care products. If I was a woman, I would hate my Tampons to smell, period (no pun intended). I don’t want anyone to associate the fragrance with my vagina. If I was a woman, I would like my tampons and pads to eliminate any kind of smell instead of emitting a special scent for my vagina.

When it comes to personal care products, “No Smell” is the way to go. Am I the only person thinking this way?

Why is it SOOO hard to find unscented products?

This morning..

There is an old lady in my neighborhood. She’s 84 years old. She used to carry a big fuzzy Tweety Bird key chain.

I say “Hi” whenever I see her.  
Her tweety bird was getting dirty.

Then, one day, she stopped carrying her Tweety Bird. She lost the bird; she said.

So I went online and ordered two Tweety Key-chains. 

After a few weeks, I saw the old lady walking into her house.

I grabbed my Tweeties from the back seat of my car and ran after her.

I had to be very careful not to scare her. She might think I was a criminal or something, so..

I said “hi” and gave her the tweety key-chain. 

She was very happy. She gave me a big hug. She said “Thank you, thank you… how sweet.. ” She was almost crying.

Good time.