Fufu Juice
Fuck the Internet. Actually, fuck me for falling under the Internet’s seductive little spell called Convenience.
This is one of those posts, and I suspect there will be many more to come, where I have to ask myself, “What the living shit were you thinking?”
See, some random site was selling a big bundle of these 1mL sample size colognes for, I don’t know, less than the price of a Big Mac. So, naturally, my response was, “Ooooooook.” –click, click, click– “Done…I’m retarded.”
Nevermind that they’re brands and companies I’ve never heard of, or that buying a cologne online without knowing what it smells like beforehand is just a horrible idea. There may some country on Earth where these odors drive women into unabatable manic lust over the wearer, but it isn’t the United States. I’m convinced each sample is nothing more than varying ratios of pitch (no offense, pitch, I do love you), and ammonia.
Oh well, they’re in the “trash” now unless somebody wants to rescue them. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Published on November 23, 2009
I’ve gotta ask–does the Viking one make you smell like a Viking? Because, eeeew…Vikings. The 13th Warrior is seriously one of my favorite movies, but their morning cleanup routine leaves so much to be desired.
Haven’t been on a conquest in weeks, but still want that fresh sack-and-pillage scent? Try Viking™.
What the hell is a Chaz Weekend and would a guy want to smell like one?