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Laura Elaine (Queen of 'not quite the weekend' bordem) - 2004-11-11 20:37:55
I have a slightly twisted story atteched to my own sniffer (and since you are highly attuned to most things associated with being 'twisted,' I thought I'd share). My bro used to wear Drakkar cologne. On him, it always had the dueling odor of dirty socks and Drakkar since that was the basis for living in his room. The first man I fell in love with also wore Drakkar and on him, I LOVED it. It still holds the endearing capacity in my memory of sensuous scent from the ex, yet I will be forever tainted by the drama of those damned dingy socks... I just thought I'd mention it now as I tend to blame everything bad from my youth on my brother. I love him but he was really a Jackass. He's still a Jackass, but since he named me the Godmother of one of his kids, he cannot be labeled as such so outwardly. I'm sure his socks still stink, too...
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