Whoa! Those are some ripe pits! Lemme get another whiff. Fuck, man, that's what you call funky!In my dreams, my buddy and I take pride in our pits and the scents that make us men.
Deodorant? Maybe once a decade. Cologne? Ha!
No need for artificial scents. All I need is a good whiff of a good man, preferably my buddy.
