Day 2.

I have some sad news for you today my friends. It seems that someone left for work this morning without deeming it indispensable to apply a coat of deodorant to his armpits.

Last night I had given the deodorant stick a slight angle to the left in order to be sure whether it would have moved this morning or not. Well, it hasn't moved an inch.



The plan originally took into consideration the fact that Willy is late for work every single day of the week, and hence is usually getting ready for work in a rush. While this made us confident that the cheese would be applied quickly without being noticed, it seems that this has somewhat backfired, and that being in a rush this morning meant that Willy didn't mind smelling of sweat while attempting to sell cars to his clients.

More evidence that someone ran out of time this morning:



Of course, this is not to say the plan has failed, but only that we will need to wait another day.
I understand the suspense is getting intense for some of you, and believe me, it is for me as well. But bear with me, friends. Soon we will indulge in knowing that our dear Willy has been cheesed, and just how smelly his Thursday will have been.

À demain.