Walk like a man, talk like a man...smell like a man?

So, last week I ran out of laundry detergent. So, I bought a new kind.

Nothing fancy. Tide. Tide is nothing new. I've smelled Tide before, it smells good.

I bought the kind that cleans your clothes in cold water. It says the scent is mountain spring.

I figured that would be good, and I didn't need to smell it.

Yesterday when I decided to do my laundry, I pulled out the lovely new laundry detergent.

I opened the bottle.

I pulled it up to my face.

I sniffed it.

It smells like my father's aftershave.

Side note: My father smells good.

He smells like a boy. Because he is one.

I am a girl. I like to smell like a girl.

Ho, ho. Not so.

For the next 52 loads, I get to smell like my dad.

And, incidentally, because clean laundry goes in my bedroom, my room also smells like a man.

Not that great. Not that great.

So, for future reference: girls, don't buy this detergent

Boys, you feel free.

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I miss my old detergent. It smelled so good.

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