I'm Smile free this morning...
...and that's a GOOD thing!
Smelling like a fruity-old-lady bordello is one thing, but smelling like said bordello mixed with the spike of Spicy V-8 juice is now my personal version of Hell. It took me three hours to fall asleep, windows wide open, ceiling fan set at High, sandlewood incense buring in a corner, and two long-sleeved shirts and those Avon NASCAR pj pants covering every square inch of perfumed flesh. None of it helped, really, but I did discover something useful: the half-life of that vile stuff is roughly twelve hours.
11:54:15 AM 
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