An Ode' to "Meatface"C.S.I. was around long before man began to roam this planet. Sometimes when I get home at night, my cat makes a B-line for my clogs...even though I made attempt to "clean" them at work. There's sh*t under your finger nails, sh*t stuck in your teeth, and the greese that splatters up onto your arms and neck. Dude! After a full shift, you are loaded with "smell-info" that you can't hide from unless you go have a complete spa day (Which I receomend on a semi-regular basis. It's bit pricey, but worth it and if you're a dude, your girl will dig that you care that much about her that you go through that to make yourself presentable to her...then buy her a "spa-day" and ...well...you thought food was an afrodisiac?), anyway, you don't have to be a comlete greese monkey in this buisness. Take soome pride in yourself. View yourself as a buisness, even though you collect a paycheck from somebody else. Ya know, some of the most infamous pirates in history prided themselves as ladie's men and were still bad-a*s, mother f*ckers and took care of buisness. Lesson be learned!