You keep eating. It dulls the pain of the splodey innards.
Someone in our office smells like a girl. I smell like vanilla, Nicole smells like some sort of conditioner and Sarada is mysteriously without any odor at all. That leaves the guys.
It's the new guy. The answers we got from the rest when we asked them if they were wearing perfume are as follows:
No! My wife would never let me out of the house like that.
What? (turns and walks away)
Yes. It's by Mary Kay and it's for men.
Why? Who answers "are you wearing perfume?" with WHY?
Lou does. Because that's how he rolls.