Bra-Burning Series // Old Spice

Is this men's deodorant? I ask, fish it out of the toiletry bag. Yeah! Pop cap, smear a couple swipes under-shirt. It works better, she said, as I looked on--wonder and inspiration growing in my eyes. It would, wouldn't it? It's made for sweat. Girls sweat, too! I said, and put tube to hand, So why do we get the weak shit? Pop again, smear, smear. She smiled at me knowingly. In an hour, we'd strut into the bar full of legs and fruity versions of vodka and frat boys smelling like a couple of them.