Thanks to Old Spice Treachery, my good pal (we’ll call him Shnandy Shnorgan) went out and gag gifted me with the power to smell like my Dad circa 1978 for 16 hours straight.
That’s awesome for three reasons: A) The Vinton signature scent has come full circle, B) I can ditch the Olay bar I’ve been …
Thanks to Terry Crews‘ awesomeness and Isaiah Mustafa’s chick-stealingness, I’ve been comedically bamboozled into shilling Old Spice pit juice which, incidentally, makes me feel both gullible and less manly.
But if feeling bad about myself is so wrong, why do these ads feel so right?
Because they smell like “jet fighters and punching”, that’s why. …
