1.) The summer heat is upon us and the dojo doesn't have air conditioning. This has only enhanced the smell of sweat, feet and 10-year-old-boy.
2.) The upstairs bathroom in our office building overflowed yesterday and soaked through the walls of the Verizon office downstairs.
If given a choice, I would go with the dojo.
6 comments:
Maybe in a Far Eastern language, dojo is a word that means, "place that smells funny while learning way cool things"....you know, or not...
Pain does not exist in this dojo?! Does it?!
Fear does not exist in this dojo?! Does it?!
But apparently smell exists in your dojo... sorry!
The fact that you would take the dojo is saying a lot. When I walked in last night I was ready to walk right back out. In the words of Ben, "You're brave!"
EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
No air conditioning? Is that something that develops character - or did they just get cheap rent? Auugh.
By the end of our Nunchuku night, and we were playing the game, I felt like I was surrounded by smelly dogs.
Sweaty boys always smell like dogs to me...
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