Showing posts with label clubman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clubman. Show all posts

Saturday, May 7, 2011

ball washer...a new fragrance by...



there are certain smells that are just awesome...










i love the smell of the golf course ball washer....its fuggen greatness....there is no smell like it....the ball washer from the muni courses smell way better than the country club variety tho...there is no comparison...the muni ball washer is old skewl...reminds me of the days when pops took me golfing at belk park...in wood river illinios...belk park is a classic muni course...and the smell of the ball washer hit your nostrils just as you got out of the old mans buick company car...i enjoyed washing me balls as a kid...and still enjoy washing me balls as an adult...






gals should wear this fragrance...instead of the floral shit..."ball washer"...gold! guys would flock...one whiff of " ball washer" and your mate will want to play 18...get out of your hair...an attractor/detractor...a fragrance for the woman who wants to get their man out of the house for 6 hours!





i love the smell of clubman...clubman deodorant spray...clubman hair spray....clubman powder...clubman everything smells kickass...wifey hates this smell and im not certain why...it baffles my mind...i dose meself with the man whenever possible...










col kilgore loved the smell of napalm in the morning...










seems like dogs and monkeys like the smell of ass...i find that disgusting...perhaps clubman can make ass spray..?




















Thursday, February 10, 2011

health...fitness...bullshit


i go to the MAC daily....im on a "health Kick" right....so i work out....i play squash...i stretch before ...after.....ice me back...lift weights.....treadmill....bike...eliptical...stretch....ice...steam....shower....cake on the CLUBMAN (love c man.)...love the smell....wifey hates it...just hates it!...shit makes u feel like a man...i spray 9 times under each arm...9 times with the hair tonic on the dome....powder me privates....and im good to go!


problem is...when walking out...i feel like a god damn old fuggen cripple....i feel 20 times worse than when i did walking in....why? isnt this sposed to be good fer us...? i beg to differ....


for as long as i can remember....the average living age for a human male is somewhere between 72 and 74...i dont think this number has changed much since the invention of the running shoe....aerobics...water aerobics...kick boxing...p90x...and whatever fitness fads that were the flavor of the day...back in the day...


so no matter what we do, we all die right...? i feel like shit right now...played squash sat...sun....wed...lesson today...monday i rode bike....toozday i lifted and did some core exercises...i love playing games....addiction! i cant live without competing...u try it...its impossible to be happy!


i feel like shit....


at 230, i lie down for my last and final attempt at an epidural back injection pain blocker....if this one fails...i either live with this agony...or i go for the game ender....the winnah...go for broke and get my lower locked in permanently! feast er famine....cure or cripple...im leaning towards living with it....thats what real men do....last i checked, i had me twig n berries still....


fuggen werld we live in ...aint she fun..?