Four-Legged Moose: Stanky College Kids

*I have left my doodles in at the bottom of this post. :)

I start today with a statement for you all:

DEODORANT: IT'S A WAY OF LIFE.

Now, my explanation as to WHY this is so important that I just HAD to share it with you, INTERNET PEOPLE.

Have you ever been walking down a hallway, twiddling your thumbs and whistling a merry tune (maybe showtunes) when suddenly you were assaulted with a stench like that of a fat man's grave left open in the summer heat? Or maybe just something else really stinky? Probably so. This was the case at my school today.

My immediate thought was, "Oh my God, someone must've left their Taco Bell under a chair and stepped on it with a dead rat and some rotten eggs." I quickly glanced around, surveying the area, looking for what could be causing the stench. I looked to my left, and no such luck. I looked to my right, and there was a really tiny squirrel outside the window, but nothing that could be causing the stink. Then I looked in front of me, and saw nothing but a girl with really heavy-looking sandals on.

Look! This sandal has a shoe glued to the bottom of it!

As I walked on, the stench grew stronger until I was swimming in an ocean of odour from no apparent source. Then a thought hit me, and to test this newfound theory, I walked a little brisker until I was right behind the sandal-girl.

Bingo.

What had I unveiled? A classic case of nasty college B.O., or as I prefer, 'Stanky Girl With No Sense of Personal Hygeine'.

IN SHORT, THE GIRL I WAS WALKING BEHIND ON THE WAY TO CLASS SMELLED LIKE SOMETHING HAD DIED IN HER HAIR WEEKS AGO AND SHE HADN'T FOUND OUT YET.

That's one of my biggest peeves: I hatehatehatehatehatex1000 bad hygeine. I don't care if you're a 'poor, starving college student' or not. Do you live in a box behind Best Buy? Do you have no arms or legs to wash your hair with? Exactly. Unless you're a hobo, or some horribly deformed amputee (or a combination of the two) with no way to wash yourself, you have no excuse. Trust me: Buying that bar of soap might not give you the immediate satisfaction that a super-sized box of Reeses Cups would, but it'll work out much better in the long run. Unless you plan on rubbing the peanut butter cups all over yourself; in that case, knock yourself out.

My krew rides wit' da banana creme, yo.