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September 04, 2007



Does Good ever triumph over Bad in the eternal odor battle?

Did the quart of Polo Cologne continue to protect Vinny Nightclub from the stench of skunk beer and Newport Lights at 4 am?

Did the post gym class application of metric tons of Right Guard Aeresol keep the lads in High School from smelling like a herd of Musk Ox?

Will a vanilla scented bag in the diaper pail kill the smell of "processed" baby chow?

No. There may be hope for Men's Souls, but in the olfactory dimension the Dark Side reigns.


Ah yes, Musk Ox. Now I recall why I steered clear of the boys' locker room in high school.

Indeed, nothing can mask the smell of eau de trash but I like the fact that they're at least still trying. (Just like the oxen-like, pimply high school boys. It was the ones who didn't even TRY and use Right Guard aerosol who I wanted to hit.)

And let's face it, I'm not dumping salmon guts in my bathroom trash can. But it's true, vanilla would surely fail when tasked with masking anything in a man's bathroom.


speaking of nuking things, this just goes to show you how you shouldn't eat fake food. especially if you want to heat it up with microwaves. http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/05/us/05popcorn.html?em&ex=1189310400&en=d4c8775e9c496393&ei=5087%0A

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