6.06.2005

 

a brief lesson in smells...

dear people,

cologne, perfume... these things are "okay." i can accept that they're going to exist and that people are going to like the way that they smell.

now here comes the important part, and listen, because this is KEY... there IS such thing as too much smelly stuff. in fact, i would guesstimate that 90% of cologne and perfume wearers are putting WAY TOO MUCH of the shit on. i should not be able to smell you the moment that you walk in the door. i should not almost pass out, or even make a wincey-face when i get an up-close and personal whiff. i should not be able to FEEL IT on my own skin. a dab behind the ears and then you rub your wrists into that--that's the way you do it.

it seems that the older folks get, the more they feel the need to load on the smelliness. i mean, it's not like your flesh is decomposing YET, people. are you afraid i will smell your lightly scented depend adult undergarments? (this even goes for the younger offenders) do you think that people won't see you or something, and that you must get their attention by making them gag on your eau de toilet?

toilet. i don't care if it is pronounced "twa-lah," i still get the same mental image, and that my friends, looks a little something like this, without the cool guy and the big smile, of course:



so, what have we learned? smelly stuff = total crap, unless you can learn how to do it right.

take it or leave it, but if i ever run into you and your JOOP! makes me wretch like a deepthroat supastar, then i reserve the right to put my foot in your rear.

kind regards,

cmdr "unscented deodorant RULEZ" slappy

Comments:

joop sucks. i used to rock that shit in HS. now i roll pi.
 
i too have recently discovered the beauty that is unscented deo for tha' B.O. its much nicer and doesnt smell weird when you start to stank.
i prefer oils. i wear sandalwood. but nothing beats Gap Om or Gap Grass. or D&G Light Blue. mmmmm.
 
whateva whateva, ill were all the axe i w ant!
 
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