So I was in target the other day purchasing new deodorant (because of the girl deodorant thing), and yes, it took me this long to rectify the situation, when I noticed that my 'powder fresh' female anti-perspirant was in the men's section. IT'S NOT GIRL DEODORANT AFTER ALL!! Apparently men can smell like candy these days, too.
This totally makes up for the disappointment I felt when I realized that 'powder fresh' doesn't mean 'gun powder'.
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It might not be girl deoderant, but if it smells like candy, it's definitely girly.
Powder Fresh and me have a weird relationship.
I would workout at Heartland Fitness back in Dodge. Bob George would hang out in the locker room, naked. In two years, I never saw the man touch any equipment other than his own. I would sit on the bench, a towel covering my junk, while Bob George would make small talk. I'd nod and try to slide everything on without moving the towel. (I know. I'm such a tease.)
One time he put his leg on the bench so that his flaccidity was eye-level with me. He then took some Gold Bond and started powdering his sack while chatting away. The drift sent so much of it into my face.
And that's what I think of when I think of powder fresh.
...and I was just about to eat lunch
ah, Bob George's sack. You lucky devil.
What a fascinating, modern age in which we live!
Bob George's sack is treat for all ages.
Wait, I meant 'ages' as in 'eras', not as in how old you are. Ew.
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