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This fragrance is for women? Somehow I don't think this advertisement was geared towards them. This seems to be more than anything an advertisement for sex with a celebrity name attached to it. But so it goes these days, I guess.

It's suggestive, but not moreso than Katy Perry's new fragrance "Pumpslut".

>> ^smooman:

>> ^dannym3141:
I have to say that i find the man unbearable and entirely without humour
Satire can be devastating (see mitchell and webb), but this? Ugh, cringeworthy to me.

didnt know Channel's "Snobbish Pretention" fragrance was on the market yet. Thought I smelled something cringe-worthy


I take it there's no fragrance to aid with joke making.

>> ^dannym3141:

I have to say that i find the man unbearable and entirely without humour
Satire can be devastating (see mitchell and webb), but this? Ugh, cringeworthy to me.


didnt know Channel's "Snobbish Pretention" fragrance was on the market yet. Thought I smelled something cringe-worthy

Well, I am 6'5" and flew twice every week for work for a few years, and I can tell you that seeing a fat person come down the aisle looking in my direction as (s)he is searching for the appropriate seat was one of my biggest concerns flying. If you check in online and use seatguru.com you can usually get some extra legroom in the right seats. Nothing you do, however, will alleviate the hell of sweaty odoriferous undulating rolls of girth spilling over into your personal space from your temporary neighbor.

>> ^MilkmanDan:
I'm tall, but not extreme percentile tall -- about 6'2". When I fly, some fat (like, really fat) person overflowing into my seat is way down on my concerns list, which goes a little something like this:
1. Some inconsiderate bastard in the seat in front of me decides that they will be a little more comfortable by reclining their headrest to a position about 3 inches in front of my nose, which leaves me short on breathing room AND legroom. Reclining my own seat relieves the breathing room issue but does so at the expense of the person behind me (which I hate to do), and the lack of leg/knee room remains.
2. Some old woman or young guy decides that riding in a cramped cattle car is the perfect time to wear a full gallon of perfume/cologne. I'm pretty highly anti-'fragrances' in general, and any prolonged exposure to even light applications of perfume or cologne tend to give me a headache. So, being inches away from someone that smells like they bathe in the shit puts me into a "HULK SMASH!" mood pretty quick.
3. Screaming baby. I understand that it can't be avoided sometimes. I know that pressure changes in the cabin affect younger kids eardrums and sinuses in ways that can be painful -- I used to have the same problem. But the parents that immediately give it up as a lost cause and give you dirty looks like "yeah, I know my kid is producing more decibels of sound than the jet engine outside, but I'm not even going to make an effort to try to calm them down" bother me.
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4,016. Being seated next to a bloated sack of protoplasm.

I'm tall, but not extreme percentile tall -- about 6'2". When I fly, some fat (like, really fat) person overflowing into my seat is *way* down on my concerns list, which goes a little something like this:

1. Some inconsiderate bastard in the seat in front of me decides that they will be a little more comfortable by reclining their headrest to a position about 3 inches in front of my nose, which leaves me short on breathing room AND legroom. Reclining my own seat relieves the breathing room issue but does so at the expense of the person behind me (which I hate to do), and the lack of leg/knee room remains.

2. Some old woman or young guy decides that riding in a cramped cattle car is the perfect time to wear a full gallon of perfume/cologne. I'm pretty highly anti-'fragrances' in general, and any prolonged exposure to even light applications of perfume or cologne tend to give me a headache. So, being inches away from someone that smells like they bathe in the shit puts me into a "HULK SMASH!" mood pretty quick.

3. Screaming baby. I understand that it can't be avoided sometimes. I know that pressure changes in the cabin affect younger kids eardrums and sinuses in ways that can be painful -- I used to have the same problem. But the parents that immediately give it up as a lost cause and give you dirty looks like "yeah, I know my kid is producing more decibels of sound than the jet engine outside, but I'm not even going to make an effort to try to calm them down" bother me.

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4,016. Being seated next to a bloated sack of protoplasm.

aww, shucks.
/blush
i owe it all to my cologne.

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Thanks 15, you're my hero!

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*promote

Mr. Diddily Puffy Comb... bro? I have one thing to say: Your video (homemade?) Promoting your Fragrance was SIIICK. You captured an array of thuggish looks -- well, it was only one thuggish look, but it was sick, plain ass sick, as hell. You are so good at hiding ALL emotion how do you do it!

But what about the long term effects of synthetic fragrances like tonkene on the body and environment?

this is a promotion for her new fragrance: "Senile", by Liz Taylor.

- Pick a middle seat.
Nothing will take your mind off of troubling engine noises and vibrations like being crammed next to some fat guy who's side fat is engulfing the arm rest.

- Choose your seat in the row in front of the exit row.
Clearly you are not brave enough to be seated in the exit row, but maybe you might want to be nearby. Nah, I'm just kidding, these seats do no recline and will make it very uncomfortable and even hard to sleep, but the idea is keeping your mind off of gremlins on the wings, right?

- Piss off the stewardess.
Ask for special things, like a whole can of coke and TWO glasses with ice. Or, every time they pass by make sure you get their attention and ask them things like, how much longer, and is it ok to use the restroom now? They will know that you are an expert traveler and treat you with extra attention and maybe even perks.

- Listen to advice from the internet, especially those who suggest taking large amounts of drugs.
Nothing makes a trip more pleasant and there is no better way to make friends then holding up a whole plane full of passengers because some "nervous nelly" took a shit-ton of xanax and now everyone has to wait as medics come down to look at the passed out idiot that cannot be roused. Nothing like missing your connecting flight because of a sweating-passed-out-drooler.

- Sit in the back of the plane.
Seriously, nothing will take your mind off of flying like the portapotty smell as the same old fucker gets up 10 minutes into the flight to befoul the restroom. Why they can't do it at the end of the flight or in the concourse ahead of time is one of the grand mysteries, but the unique blend of fragrances that is old people, colostomy bag, chemical toilet and baby diapers should keep your mind off of whatever you were worried about. Trust me you won't care when the plane drops 50 feet as it hits a thermal when it brings you a few seconds where you remember back and fear made it so you didn't smell anything. For those lovely brief moments.

- How about you try something simple.
Flying is 1000x safer then sitting in the passenger seat of a car. So just suck it up and bring a magazine or a skinmag and put on some headphones and just pretend you are in a doctor's waiting room. Oh, maybe a dentist's office. And really there is only about 30 seconds at take off that you should be bothered by, and you probably won't notice the landing until it is "all better". The stuff in the middle is really the safest part of the flight.


Cars are soooooo fucking dangerous, so just tell yourself that you don't envision the very likely bone shattering accident everytime you buckle up. So if you are dumb enough to drive down the road ignoring cars, eating fast food, talking on your cell phone, or putting on lipstick, then clearly you are ready for flying. If none of that scares the shit out of you, it probably should, or at least don't start to care about your safety and livelihood now.

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