Pretty sure there was a dryer sheet stuck to the back of my pants all day. Thanks friends, professors, society.
— Eric Shay Howard (@EricIntroverted) September 9, 2015
Just got home. Smelled my sweaty everything. Maybe it was a good thing there was a dryer sheet on my pants.
— Eric Shay Howard (@EricIntroverted) September 9, 2015
Maybe someone put a dryer sheet there because I smelled like sweaty horse genitalia. Maybe I need to start taking a fourth shower every day.
— Eric Shay Howard (@EricIntroverted) September 9, 2015
I'm concerned about my sweat gland health.
— Eric Shay Howard (@EricIntroverted) September 9, 2015
I'm a hypochondriac. A sweaty, stinky, soggy hypochondriac.
— Eric Shay Howard (@EricIntroverted) September 9, 2015
Maybe I just need a boyfriend who will drive me places when it's hot. Someone be my boyfriend. And drive me to class. It's hot.
— Eric Shay Howard (@EricIntroverted) September 9, 2015
Gay, sweaty, stinky, soggy hypochondriacs don't have boyfriends.
— Eric Shay Howard (@EricIntroverted) September 9, 2015