“Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using ladies scented body wash and switched to Old Spice, he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a sand dune with the man your man could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a kite at the ocean with a new wardrobe from the outlet mall. Look again, the kite is now a cave full of sea lions. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I’m on a beach.”
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