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I just wonder how I ever survived being around me when I was "young". I remember 'Brut' and I remember how much I'd wear. To all of you who were around me, I apologized for the offense to your sinuses and allergies. A boy just walked by me at the mall and I thought the 7th fleet might be in. Eu de french whore. (at least, that is what we used to call it, no offense meant to the French whores who might be viewing). Maybe my sense of smell is getting more touchy as I get older. I can tell you this though; I'd rather smell your sweat. C'est La Vie