My quest to regain control of my large buttocks.
The locker of doom. After a ride into work and a full workout at lunch, it now smells like hot garbage, dog balls, and poop. My locker is the most manly place on the planet
Must have been like that moment in Raiders of the Lost Ark when Sallah and Indy open up the Well of Souls and the sealed stench and funk of 3000 years comes rushing up into their faces.