I don't know what's worse the rancid stench of patchouli or the vile effervescence of axe body spray. True story. I was out for a walk with my kid, no one was within 100 yards. A car passed. I could smell the Abercrombie & Fitch like oily aroma of their axe-for-douche-bags for the next ten minutes. The car was going 25 mph in the opposite direction. I hate that stuff. Why would you choose to smell like a date rapist?
Now that I've offended most of my readers I give you this.
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