Sorry I haven't used the trash bin in my office today, but thanks for checking. As you walked away I got a whiff of you. Smells like you just left your girl's house. I hope it was good. I'm not mad at you. I don't blame her for wanting some short, dark, shiny bald chocolate before you had to come in. That's what's up. I couldn't tell you to your face that your smell entertained me well after you walked out, so I put it out there the only other way I knew how.
See you the next time I come in,