Hey, dirty guy. The one that sits in front of us in section 315. The one with the weird girlfriend that’s obsessed with cameras. You gotta shave your neck, man, we’re trying to eat our hot dogs. And it wouldn’t kill you to bathe once in awhile, either. You sit in the third row and everyone behind you can smell your nasty ass when you stand up. I’m calling you out on your hygiene. Maybe you can’t see it, so for your benefit, take a gander:
It ain’t manscaping, it’s common courtesy. I’ll be seeing you on Thursday. If that shit ain’t fixed, my baby sister will be putting mustard in your hair. Fair warning.
Photos by Tory Haines