armpit deoderant
I love the way I smell on days I don't wear armpit deoderant. It smells like reality, life. There's something true and untainted about that smell. When I dream of a gathering I want a place we don't have to worry about armpit deoderant. Not on our bodies, but in our lives...I want us to smell like reality and life, not an artificial produced reak....
posted by Uncle Fatso at 1:47 PM
1 Comments:
I reek right now.
Hey, speaking of France, we should take a business trip to Europe to check out and scope some sweet cafes...just to make sure we're doing it right. (It's tax deductable...)
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