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Anyway, she smelled like Hawaiian Tropic suntan lotion, which chicks used back before they were all worried about skin cancer and shit.

Yesterday Althouse had the headline "“His robe opened... He smelled like cigar and espresso and his body odor.” And that sounded kinda cool, a dude in his robe, smoking cigars and drinking espressos, it seems kinda laid back in a Fifties Dude way. I mean, the dude has body odor, which isn't usually good, but that's probably because he's still in his robe, he hasn't splashed on the Old Spice yet.

I remember my grandfather had a cologne on his dresser back in the day, it was Jovan Musk. I didn't know what musk was back then, but then I don't think I know exactly what musk is now, really, I just know it smelled like my grandfather.

Back then my grandfather also wore a cool red Members Only jacket, it fucking rocked. I mean, he was my grandfather, so he was old, but when we'd all go out to Black Angus for dinner he looked like a player. Like, he'd flirt with the waitresses and shit, but that was OK because my grandmother was dead at the time.

It's funny how a smell can bring back a memory like it's right there in front of you. I remember when I was maybe twelve my older sister would hang out with her high-school girlfriends at the pool. I had a crush on one of them, but it was pretty innocent, this was back before chicks took pictures of themselves spreading their ass cheeks and showing their assholes.

Anyway, she smelled like Hawaiian Tropic suntan lotion, which chicks used back before they were all worried about skin cancer and shit. Today, you don't really smell Hawaiian Tropic unless you're up close to a stripper.

I also remember my sister's friend wore a lot of lip gloss, but I don't really know what that smelled like, I was never close enough to her lips to smell them. Probably like cherry or strawberry would be my guess. But I remember thinking that lip gloss was hot, maybe because that was around the time I first knew what blow-jobs were, so a chick's lips were a lot hotter than they used to be.

So back then I thought it would, like, be really cool to be wearing a red Members Only jacket and getting a blow-job from a chick in a bikini wearing strawberry lip gloss and smelling all like Hawaiian Tropic. Actually, I still think that would be cool, really.

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  1. Members Only jacket? My Dad wore those, and I see that you can still buy them!!

    Ummmm.....I know where I can score some Jovan Musk for you!!

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  2. My dad shared only two war stories. He said he couldn't stand cumin because it smelled like the open sewers of Cairo, and that he could smell the rotting dead from the battle of El Alamein from an altitude of 5,000 feet.

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