Sweat baby, sweat!

Reminiscing about my yesteryears I couldn’t seem to get Sweaty Steve off of my head. One of the worst memories I have is of him. Steve was a high school classmate of mine back in the day who had this immense sweat problem. Besides being a nervous, geeky sweating teen, Stevey I’m sure had a gland problem. He was, in a word, damp. Always. Summer time was his worst. He would walk from one class to the next only to end up in a sweat pool. Explaining how badly he was teased I’m sure is not even necessary. Sweaty Steve had moist problems, and bad ones. Read more

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