[Jeff Higgins]

Used to be this big fat unkempt smelly bastard (nice guy though) that I had to work with. On a typical day his shirt tail would be hanging out by mid-morning. Some days after he repeatedly tucked it back in, he would miss and get it inside his shorts. It was pretty bad having to see the waistband on his Fruit-of-the-Looms when he got up from his desk. The very worst, though, was the day it had this big-ass skid mark on it...