Attention all you old biddies who are candidates of the Mrs. Old-Lady USA Pageant, or whatever-the-fuck it's called:
If you want to book appointments, please either call me, or come in one at a time, 'cause Ladies, honestly, all your clashing perfumes/colognes/haircare products/denture creams breath fresheners make me want to puke.
Actually, my perfume is very fine and quite expensive, so I suspect even when I'm heavy-handed, it doesn't have the nauseating qualities other less exalted fragrances have. *snob mode*
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oooh, I'll remember that about the perfume when I'm going for a scrub-thingie.
"scrub-thingie"...LOL!
As long as you don't clone yourself, and have all your clones, wearing different perfumes, enter the spa with you, you'll be fine!
clones in colognes.
Actually, my perfume is very fine and quite expensive, so I suspect even when I'm heavy-handed, it doesn't have the nauseating qualities other less exalted fragrances have. *snob mode*
I had a gym teacher back in Deutschland, Frau Dasche, who always wore a CLOUD of Poison.
You could smell her coming AND going!
It was like a graffito..."Frau Dasche was here..."
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