Sorry it's been so long since I blogged but I had some form of writer's block I guess.  Nothing was really inspiring me to blog since that crazy weekend with the Drag Queen.  Well last Friday at the Roadshow I got inspired.

Most people assume that a big, sweaty guy like myself would automatically have some pretty bad smells.  While that may be true the day after Super Bowl chili, it's a well known fact around here that my armpits smell wonderful.  How do I know this?  One of our in-house hotties - Amanda - sticks her nose right in there and takes a deep breath any time she sees me!  Well she joined us at the roadshow at Mustang Sally's last week and before I knew it, she was on me like a bloodhound on a convict.

                            
                         [Amanda wasted no time and jumped right in with both nostrils]

But it didn't stop there!  Later on off-duty Q-crew member Lauren, at Amanda's insistence, jumped right in:

                             
                                  [Chicks dig the Big E - especially his special scent]

Which was quickly, and unfortunately, followed by her friend Scott:

                            
          [Neither Scott, nor I, swing that way but we kind of got swept up in the moment....]

All of this was terrific but the best was yet to come when Amanda's friends Emmy and Janine showed up.  Emmy was tentative but brave as she went first.  The deliciousness of the smell caught her by surprise as she blurted out "Oh My God!".  I get that from a lot of girls...   Then she grabbed her friend Janine and  I sort of fulfilled one of those classic guy fantasies - the three-way!  Unfortunately it looked like this:

                             
                                            [Two girls, one guy.  Hey I'm counting it!]

Now I can't explain why it smells so good.  I use basic stuff - dial gold soap, degree sport scent.  But it somehow mixes with my naturally clean "musk" to create a bouqet that is just irresistable.  Seriously!  I can actually go out and play hockey and sweat through my shirt and it still doesn't smell.  Weird, I know.  But there's no arguing with the results! 

If you want to try it come see us this Friday in Glen Cove.  Two pits, no waiting!
   
                                 
[Hotties Janine, Amanda and Emmy enjoy the afterglow of a good sniff of the Big E and a Sam Adams]