Do you shower? I barely ever shower. Actually, I think the stench of a long day's work is what makes me an alpha male. See, when women walk past me, right away they're able to smell the long hours - usually eight, sometimes more - of hard yakka I've put into the day's construction project. But that's not all. Straight after I'm done at the worksite I'll go to the gym and do three hours of intensive weight lifting - yesterday, I benched 500 kilograms without a spotter. Then I'll go home, eat some beef, slather what's left over me so the protein can sink through my skin, and go straight to lie down for the night on my bed of nails. Rinse and repeat, except without the shower water, because I don't shower very much. The bed of nails is only when I'm on my own though. For my bad days. I have this other bed which I don't like using but have to because of all the bitches I fuck every week. They don't like the nails. Fair enough; I'm the man around here. Sometimes, I'll go for an entire week without showering. By the end of the week, that's 77 hours and seven cows worth of blood, sweat and tears filling the air wherever I go. The chicks love it. They can't take their eyes off me. In fact, most of them yell "Oh my God!" at the mere sight of me. Of course, I get people who complain. Sometimes these limp-wristed cunts wearing polo shirts, loafers and Ralph Lauren caps come up to me and tell me I smell bad. But they're just pussies who don't understand what it is to be a man. Those soyboys who shower every night with their $50 Palmolive bodywash can fuck right off. If there's one thing boning hundreds of beautiful women a year has taught me, women don't want walking bars of soap - they want men.
