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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Fuck all you primping little pansies. And y'all have the nerve to suggest that I am effeminate? I just splash a little Nair on my face in the morning, rub a squirt or two of antibacterial soap into my pits, and get on with my day.
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You have inspired me to share a true story, although on the advice of another poster via the PM, I am no longer using [true story][/true story] HTML brackets to indicate that it is a true story, as, apparently, my veracititious nature speaks for itself.
Anyhoo, it was a summer in the 80s (I don't want to date myself, for obvious reasons). I was traveling the continent (of Europe) with a travel mate. On the "When in Rome" theory, we decided to give up deodorant for the duration of the trip. On the same theory we also deciced to give up showering, but for once a week. And even on that weekly basis, we substituted baths for showers. As you can see, tres Euro.
This was also the days before anti-bacterial soap. And notwithstanding that it was also the days before global warming, it was hot. Crotch pot stew hot (although Robin Williams had not yet invented that phrase).
Anyway, long and short of it, by the middle of the first week my travelmate stunk. Ripely. And it just kept getting worse.
Thankfully, my natural aroma was a steady state lavendar with the typical hint of all-spice and just a soupcon of extra virgin olive oil.
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