Perfume Bomb
IronFox22
Ohio
I've got a mildly interesting tidbit to pass the time. I was grocery shopping the other day, and a woman passed me going down the aisle the other way. Nothing particularly special about her. But she was wearing tremendous amount of perfume. Though she was only moderately attractive, the smell of the perfume made me immediately think of some of the hot girls at my favorite club (and I actually got butterflies a little bit). Funny how the brain works.
Also, as an aside, I hate glitter. A few months back, I stopped off at the club on the way to my friend's house, got a few dances, and apparently got glitter on my cheeks from one of the dancers. My friend doesn't club and doesn't know that I do, so I had to think up some weird excuse.
Also, as an aside, I hate glitter. A few months back, I stopped off at the club on the way to my friend's house, got a few dances, and apparently got glitter on my cheeks from one of the dancers. My friend doesn't club and doesn't know that I do, so I had to think up some weird excuse.
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I remember using the hand soap at a gas station bathroom that reminded me of a stripper. That was weird.
"In what could only be invented by the owners of a strip club, Mavericks Revue Bar (Cape Town’s premier gentlemen’s club) has introduced a line of men's cologne, called Alibis, fragrances designed to trick wives and girlfriends everywhere into believing that their men weren't really at the nudie bar! SERIOUSLY?!
Available in "My Car Broke Down," which is a blend of fuel, burnt rubber, grease and steel, "I Was Out Working Late," a combination of coffee, wool suits, cigarettes and ink, and our personal favorite, "We Were Out Sailing," that combines fresh ocean spray, sea salt, aqua and cotton rope, these colognes are all designed to cover up that tell-tale strip club smell. Again — SERIOUSLY?!"
@shadowcat I like the "We went out sailing" one. Seems good to use outside its intended application as well.
I was in college in the early 1980's. My first two years, I lived on the 11th floor of my dorm. You haven't gagged like this until you get into a crowded elevator on a Saturday night filled with girls reeking of perfume and alcohol.
I wonder what effect these familiar scents have on a dancer when she smells a familiar men's cologne or something. Probably elicits the urge to vomit versus the desire to go the club.