What the fuck people. I thought these only existed in 1993. Particularly at truck stops in the central west of Australia. You know the ones. They have those mechanic/boobie calendars on the back of the office door.
I get that peeps want to be fresh to death but buying fucking pheromones in a shopping centre bathroom is no less creepy than a paedophile version of Ivan Milat.
Go to priceline for fucks sake. Buy some Lynx Africa. At least I am almost sure that you get a bonus free root at Penrith Panthers night club.
I get the safe sex thing. But you can buy that shit at one of the 54 supermarkets in the shopping centre. The only people I can imagine buying these things are the very same people that wear navy v-neck jumpers with no shirt under neath, a cheap gold chain, chinos and bone coloured fake alligator shoes. You guys all know him. He is the very same 47.5er that is dating the year eleven student and tell everyone how mature she is well, his Xbox live friends anyway and he is always going on a cruise. Not international, just off the coast and back
Hot tip: if you need this. Try brushing your teeth. Just try.
