Thursday, March 10, 2011

It's "Adam Is Wearing Women's Deodorant" Season

Secret. The clicky kind. Used/borrowed. I feel fresher than just-mowed grass.

This is what you get, Mitchùm, for half-assing it for the past six years. I used to be able to skip a day like it says on your label, but now I smell like I've been bathing in fat-guy stink by the time I get to the subway.

Secret should just go ahead and market itself as men's deodorant. It's awesome.

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