If you’ve ever wanted to smell like fish, tanning oil and whatever the chick left behind last night, WITHOUT actually putting your immune system at RISK, it’s your LUCKY day bi*ches.
Behold,”The Sitch.”
I figured this guy as “Mom where the fu*k did you put my Axe?” kinda guy, but I guess it was turning the bi*ches away instead of reeling them in.
There’s no details as of yet, but if you’re a DUDE lookin to pick up some chick who’ll rub up on your crystallized shirt so hard enough to bedazzle her iPhone with the ones that popped off, then it’s LEGIT.
I have a feeling if I ever caught a whiff of this sh*t, I’d have an overwhelming urge for Dominos.
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