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 petaQ
-scented body wash and switched to nothing at all, he could smell like he's me.
Look down! Back up! Where are you? You're on the Enterprise,
with the Klingon warrior your man could smell like! What's in your hand? Back at me! I have it: it's an oyster with two tickets to that Klingon opera you love! Look again. The tickets are now gold-pressed latinum!
Anything is possible when your man smells like a Klingon warrior and not a cowardly petaQ!
I'm on a targ.