Mad shout out to Paul Matsui.. My Honda compadre. He hooked me up with a sweet deal and has been guiding me through the Honda owner experience ever since. His wife, LORI, the chick I gots to work with has apparently decided I am crazy.. Perhaps it is my sweet disposition or my constant comments about how hot her 17 year old son is.. (whatever!) Anyways, back to Paul.. I happen to mention that due to an unusually hot day and a pair of very cheaply made star jones mules, my feet developed a funky funk. I happen to take my shoes off in the car and it seems that the funk got sucked up into the air vent.. NOW every time I use the air conditioner I get flash backs to the funk.. AGH! So, I tell Lori about my little dilemma.. and she shares it with Paul .. who writes on the service order, for all the lil mechanics to see that I have a foot issue.. This is the cross I have to bear .. Must everyone know that behind my hottness is a funkness? you think they could cut me some slack!!! ANYWAYS.. the answer to my funk foot issue, was to spray some funky ass egg smelling shit. My head starting pounding.. and it was so hot out that I couldn't roll down the windows.. I was encased in a horrible egg jail!!! (I think it might be LORI's revenge...)The moral of the story. DEAL WITH IT. My feet smell pretty sweet compared to OTHER stuff.. It kinda grows on ya, you know a sign of good old fashioned .. back breaking work.. !! I am human, I sweat.. jeesh!
Oh yeah. Much love to Paul. He is a sweetheart. He might even buy you lunch on Lori's credit card.. Wink wink.. Nudge nudge!
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