Mike, that’s simply not proper. Please take your time out in the corner.
This isnt even funny
Its not funny, its retarded…
hahahahahahaha, wait…hahahahahaha. the only thing that would make this ad better is if she had killed a baby…haha
I don’t get it…
Well, Billy, you see, humans possess these glands all over their body called sweat glands, which help rid the body of waste products and cool the body when it gets overheated through the evaporation of sweat from the skin’s surface.
There are several regions of the body where there is a larger concentration of sweat glands; one of these places being the under part of the conjunction of the arm with the shoulder (commonly called the armpit or “pit”).
When humans sweat, it’s a great place for bacteria to grow and die, which causes a certain odour. This odour can cause a range of responses in other humans, but most commonly in modern Western countries this scent is found to be at the least mildly offensive.
So several products have been created to stop sweat or cover up its smell or both. These are commonly called deodourants and anti-perspirants. The product is applied to the underarm (or pit) and will help dispel the smell.
this isn’t a real ad…it’s a play off of the deoderant Secret…look up those commercials, then you’ll get this
it’s not funny
show us your pits whore!
Well, rachel, contrary to Mr. ronny above, we value your opinion.
take it easy LBH, if that is your real name. contrary to your exquisitely, delightful comments, i post only for the love and admiration of a good set of pits; but i should have never presumed she was over-promiscuous. she is, however, wearing a whore’s uniform.
I am uncertain of your cultural background, ronny, but where I come from the prostitutes at least have a set of lascivious petticoats and a large, floppy hat. The above young woman is wearing neither.
Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanise, he would drink…
he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse
chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
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no..worst one
No, no, best one.
It might just be in the middle.
I hate you all.
Mike, that’s simply not proper. Please take your time out in the corner.
This isnt even funny
Its not funny, its retarded…
hahahahahahaha, wait…hahahahahaha. the only thing that would make this ad better is if she had killed a baby…haha
I don’t get it…
Well, Billy, you see, humans possess these glands all over their body called sweat glands, which help rid the body of waste products and cool the body when it gets overheated through the evaporation of sweat from the skin’s surface.
There are several regions of the body where there is a larger concentration of sweat glands; one of these places being the under part of the conjunction of the arm with the shoulder (commonly called the armpit or “pit”).
When humans sweat, it’s a great place for bacteria to grow and die, which causes a certain odour. This odour can cause a range of responses in other humans, but most commonly in modern Western countries this scent is found to be at the least mildly offensive.
So several products have been created to stop sweat or cover up its smell or both. These are commonly called deodourants and anti-perspirants. The product is applied to the underarm (or pit) and will help dispel the smell.
this isn’t a real ad…it’s a play off of the deoderant Secret…look up those commercials, then you’ll get this
it’s not funny
show us your pits whore!
Well, rachel, contrary to Mr. ronny above, we value your opinion.
take it easy LBH, if that is your real name. contrary to your exquisitely, delightful comments, i post only for the love and admiration of a good set of pits; but i should have never presumed she was over-promiscuous. she is, however, wearing a whore’s uniform.
I am uncertain of your cultural background, ronny, but where I come from the prostitutes at least have a set of lascivious petticoats and a large, floppy hat. The above young woman is wearing neither.
Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanise, he would drink…
he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse
chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.