cancer of the armpits

I bumped into Jaybee at the office cafeteria a week or two ago. Why are you having lunch alone, he asked. I said I didn’t want any company. I hate gossiping. Let me gossip with you then, he replied. So he sat at my table and started talking to me about how rotten the system was. Now that was no gossip. I couldn’t agree more with what he said. After rattling off stinking tidbits of power politics in the office, we ended up talking about the government. I said there seems to be no point in working for the government. Everything you do is just for show. You’re just one huge roll-on deodorant that masks the stench of the presidential armpits. He said the whole machinery does just that, to make the President look good.

Studies have shown that deodorants can cause cancer of the armpits or something. That means the President’s armpits, underarm hair and all, are already stricken with some kind of malignant, incurable tumor. We should pity her. Poor Gloria.