It was a long day in the heat, and my boss had said that he expected revelations from the underlings after our meeting. Low and behold, the Sheila's were rolling deep at that meeting. Aside from my natural charm and single dimple, they apparently were swooned by the overwhelming grasp over their simple olfactory nodes of this amazingly charming waft of "come get some taxation" flavors put off by this amazing pomade concocted by a dipshit grunt with a flavor for the obvious. This nonsense is amazing, and your donut holder will stand at attention by the simple mention of this giant go fuck yourself smelling crayon eater concoction devised by the genius himself. I strongly suggest that you get your "do" in check with this amazing smelling distraction from reality. My meeting was on par with the most negligible defects of humanity by the way....