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The mystery of the Secret Deoderant (strong enough for a man, PH balanced for a Rudman) has been solved. Last night, Andy Bean of the Mezzanine told me that he found the smell of this particular women's deoderant so wonderful that he had decided to use it on himself.

Jacko came to Medford last night and participated in a smorgasbord of sports with us, including tennis, frisbee, basketball, and some informal Tenbay (copyright Steve, Irfan, Justin Radigan), which involves using tennis equipment to play a game more similar to baseball. We came back home and I received a serious beat-down in MarioKart (battle mode), courtesy of Jack and Fernald. Though I did get a decent amount of sleep last night, I was still running a little late this morning and had to 1) shave quickly without shaving cream and 2) Wear white socks, because black ones were not to be found. Whenever I shave like that, I'm afraid that I'll miss a crucial area, such as the upper lip, leaving me to look a little like El Debarge, or Jack on the 4th of July circa 1998.

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