"I stunk up the room????"

Apparently, the answer is yes. I'm not gonna lie -- I'm a little hurt. I've been called a lot of names in my life, heard a lot of insults, been the victim of a lot of jokes. Short, shrimpy, skinny, bird-legged, girly handwriting, turtle look-a-like, pigeon-toed, obnoxious, short-tempered, loud, insensitive...I've heard all of these many times.

But being told I can't sleep on the couch at my buddy's place in London because, allegedly, the maid thinks I "stunk up the room."

All right, so I didn't take a shower yesterday after playing soccer in the park and getting sweatier than Richard Simmons. And I didn't take a shower today, either ... yet. (I still have two hours until midnight). But there is NO WAY I could have smelled so bad that the maid had to fan out the room and leave the doors open to air it out. These allegations are completely unfounded.

I hope.