I’m not believing that until I see a long, impassioned blog post from Armpit #2 about couple privilege, jealousy, compersion, and heteronormative relationships.
I’m betting what prompted the “bath” was a cease and desist letter from the EPA.
What do zombies’ armpits smell like anyway?
Lady boys
If one of your armpits was Cherry, I really don’t want to know what happened to the one that wasn’t.
It’s been ten years since you wrote this, but I recommend a Google Mad-Lib search.
Best page-1 result: “why do my balls smell like A1 steak sauce?”
Given that I am 1-a heterosexual male and 2-would drink A1 as a beverage if they sold it in 12 ounce cans…well. lets just say I find that result both highly intriguing and disturbing at the same time.
Here’s hoping Shagnasty does not smear his vaginas with the stuff.
I stand by your side, my brother Shagnasty. I too occasionally experience vagina-like armpit aroma. It’s not all the time; I generally don’t smell bad and I wear deodorant infrequently, but when it’s there, it is evident. I’ve shared the smell with a few close friends and they did agree that the odor is much like a woman’s biscuit.
I do not have friends who are so close that I’ll test-sniff their armpits.
Well of course not.
Everybody knows you rub your finger in said pit, put it out, aim finger towards friend and say “smell this”.
Geez, Miss Manners covered this extensively in her first year on the job.
Who raised some of you people?
Oh noes! :eek:
Now that is funny! however I would like to inform you that you may not have to worry about it going away forever by replenishing your supply of deodorant. For the first 37 years of my life I had the typical onion smell whenever I forgot to apply deodorant either from being in a mad rush to jump out of the shower and dry off and get out of the house as fast as possible or due to my just plain forgetfulness, however in the last 6 months or so this has changed, now whenever I do not paste my underarms with deodorant twice a day it comes back. Now I am a large man, but I have been so for many years and this is a new development, I jump in the shower I paste my armpits with deodorant afterwards and by night time the smell has returned and it is never onions, it is now always fishy ass pussy that no man would ever fuck unless he is seriously into that kind of freaky shit! I am actually quite concerned that this is some kind of chemistry change in my body and I was hoping to find someone who might have been through it and learned what might cause such an odd phenomenon. If anyone can help with actual information that might be useful to me by all means please share said information. snarky comments and assumptions will do nothing for me and as I say I am truly in search of a viable explanation for this annoying issue. That said, I really did laugh very hard at your response! “Why would anyone drop napalm on that” LMFAO!!!
This happens to me too, only though on those occasions when I have been at it eating out the beaver. The smell doesn’t really last tho if you aren’t eating it out as often and have half a decent workout routine and drinking enough water.
Ten years and not one “you are what you eat”.
Dope, I am disappoint.
trimethylaminuria?
Sixteen years on this board and I am afraid this thread will be my immortal legacy. I am not sure where the ladies went but they fled my armpits a few years ago through no fault of my own. I promise you that I didn’t do it intentionally and I am not sure if they are ever coming back but it was fun while it lasted.
You do yourself an injustice: that will always be the one where you claimed to be raised by a Mammy as a poor black child.
Bless your heart! I still love government cheese and Welch’s grape soda. Lola got me when I was 17 months old and instilled the (very gentle) fear of God in me until well after I was fully grown and in college. She was one of the few people that I would have died for without hesitation. There was no claim about it. My parents taught in segregated schools when I was very young, my grandfather integrated them under death threats and died of a heart attack shortly after it was successful at age 55 yet Lola lived as a veritable angel taking care of me and my brothers when I was growing up until she was in her 90’s.
That story is understated by a large amount if anything. I never made fun of your family and I would appreciate it if you didn’t take causal pot-shots at mine. I had an unusual upbringing that differed from yours. That doesn’t mean that you are accepting, understanding or more liberal that I or my family is. It is quite possible the opposite is true if you really think about it for once.