This brings back memories of 5th grade... Tony McGlauphin or whatever really stunk. Big bumbling guy. The teacher would at least 2 times a week give us a lecture on personal hygiene, showering, and using deoderant. I think she gave the rest of us a complex... But Tony never caught on. So he'd reek, and the teacher would continue to lecture.

I remember we had to do square dancing.... and he was standing there holding his arms crossed across his chest with his hands in his armpits (he was wearing a sleeveless red shirt)... then he took them out and I had to grab his hand, it was one of those things were you exchange your partner.

Blech.