Frou-Frou Smellies and Pretty Gookiness

What a dreadful title. BUT I AIN’T CHANGIN IT.

It applies to a discovery I made today. Why females smell so good, so much. It all started (as, to my understanding, most incredible discoveries do) quite by accident.

The scene: living room. The Characters: Roommate and myself.

There we are, sitting there. I on the couch, roommate on the chair. He holds some mail.

“Excuse me one moment,” says he, rubbing his neck and arms with a small square of paper.

“What on earth?” I ask.

“Cologne sample. American Eagle. Here’s the girl’s if you want it.” He said, tossing me a similarly shaped piece of paper.

“Well, ok.” I thought and smeared it on my wrists. “Smells okay.”

A shower and several hand washings/scrubbings later. THE SMELL DOES NOT RELINQUISH ITSELF.

And that is how they do it. I imagine it’s some chemical that bonds to a lower level of the epidermis, there protected from mere surface treatments. I bet they don’t even have to shower.

That’s my discovery everybody. It’s copyrighted, so publishing it under your name in a scientific journal will only land you legal arraignment.

Happy Tuesdays!

-Arrivederci!