She held her nose with one hand, and fanned the air with the other.
Clyde shushed her. “Then a teammate told me about Sploosh,” said the television Clyde.
He pulled a can of Sploosh out from under the dugout bench and held it up for everyone to see.
“I just spray a little on each foot every morning, and now I really do have sweet feet. Plus, I like the tingle.”
“Sploosh,” said a voice. “A treat for your feet. Made from all natural ingredients, it neutralizes odor-causing fungi and bacteria.”
“Plus, you'll like the tingle.” Everyone at the party clapped their hands.
“He wasn't lying,” said the woman who sat next to Clyde. “I couldn't even be in the same room with his socks.”
The other people at the party laughed. The woman continued, “I'm not joking. It was so bad—”
“You've made your point,” said Clyde, covering her mouth with his hand.
He looked back at Stanley. “Will you do me a favor, Stanley?”
Stanley raised and lowered his left shoulder. “I'm going to get more caviar,” said Clyde.
“Keep your hand over my wife's mouth.” He patted Stanley on the shoulder as he rose from the couch.
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