icangetyouatoe wrote:

this feels so asshat...I couldn't help myself

http://www.manterns.com/

Man I bet a bacon cheeseburger scented candle smells like utter ass.

...and what the hell is so wrong with unscented candles?  Why are they so fucking hard to come by?

The Ballpark

The smell of fresh-cut grass, dirt, peanuts and beer make this candle smell just like a day at the ballpark. This candle will take you "out with the crowd" for a sunny afternoon of fun on the diamond.

What about "The Jockstrap"?  I'd plunk down 12$ for that....

George Orr wrote:

I agree about the bacon cheeseburger scent.  If you were hungry it'd drive you crazy; if you weren't hungry it'd just be nauseating.

I don't really get the "scents" craze.  Candles, potpourri, those stupid little gadgets you plug into the wall--I don't have 'em in the house.  Most of them just smell like chemicals no matter what it says on the label.

I have, however, invested heavily in the new "neutralizing" products.  That stuff works, y'all.  But even those have scents.  I wish someone would put out a fragrance-free version.

A good ionizer is a wonderful thing.  If you know how to use a soldering iron and have a spare 12v power supply laying around, get the Ramsey Electronics Ion Generator Kit, it really is worth the price.  It does generate a little ozone, so it's probably a bad idea if you have asthma, but running this thing 30 minutes a day under the air return for your heating/air conditioner will completely neutralize all odors in a 2 bedroom apartment inhabited by two pot smoking, garlic and bacon eating bachelors.  Larger homes may, of course, need more run time.

I challenge you to find a better ion generator for the price.

jesusluvspegging wrote:

A good ionizer is a wonderful thing...will completely neutralize all odors in a 2 bedroom apartment inhabited by two pot smoking, garlic and bacon eating bachelors.

We do have a couple ionizers--expensive ones, because we bought them shortly after they were introduced--and they do wonders.  We don't smoke much rope any more but they help keep down the cigarette smoke and the odors from all our exotic cooking.

I still use the neutro-sprays, though, because they're good for those sudden, unbearable funk-clouds you get when you live with a man.

One scent young people have been deprived of in this modern age is the smell of fresh mimeograph.

MSG Tripps wrote:

I have known some ladies that can easily keep up in the "unbearable funk-clouds" category.

Don't get her started, Dhal.

Me, I breed scented geraniums and besides, my shit don't stink.

George Orr wrote:

....  pride of ownership that a man inevitably has when he has changed the immediate environment.  Y'all are all crazy, you know.

It may be great relief rather than pride in change that makes us appear proud.

"Crazy", define?

MSG Tripps wrote:

"Crazy", define?

That would take years, and probably cost millions of lives.

It's just been my perspective over the years that all males are at least subtly insane in their view of the world and in their attempts to live in it/with it.  It has helped me through life, as a female dealing with males, to remind myself that I am interacting with a crazy person.

I think it's the insane expectations of what a male must be to be a Manly Man that drives most of you poor bastards crazy.

And I'm not implying that most women are not also insane.  Women have their own soul-crushing shit that they have to deal with in life.  It's just that, given the choice of trying to be an adult human female or an adult human male--I wouldn't switch sexes for anything in the world.

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I am neither maternal nor paternal in thinking.  I see logic [and crazy] in both.

Dirckman wrote:

metrosexual

Hopefully this change in my life doesn't send me down a slippery slope ending with me sucking cock in a back alley someplace...

It will.

Dirckman wrote:

Shit.

Sometimes it is not too late for change.

Dirckman wrote:

I have to admit that at a younger age I strived to be a manly man....  There was the fishing, playing with guns, pickups, welding, along with far too many other things defined as "manly" to list.  Anyhow about the time I hit 24 or 25 I found that I enjoyed showering twice a day, hated the smell of farts, liked tasteful wall decor, looked better with a good tan coupled with hair and skin products and watched my weight...  To make a long story short I'm now defined more often than not by others as being a metrosexual....  Hopefully this change in my life doesn't send me down a slippery slope ending with me sucking cock in a back alley someplace...

Well, I play with guns, my last few vehicles have been pickups and motorcycles, I'm not particularly interested in decor, I don't use hair or skin products, and I like to suck cock. I wouldn't worry about it, Dirck. You don't have to suck dick in back alleys when you can gohere instead.

Is this Dirckman's coming out party?

Dirckman wrote:

Yea, but you're going with the whole "gay bear" look......

No bear here, thanks. I'm not into fat guys. But I know several and I can give you their email addresses...

Dirckman wrote:

I found that I enjoyed showering twice a day...

One of them better be a cold shower, or you won't be allowed to vote for McCain.

Gosh, my life just got so complicated............

Yea, I turned single again about two months ago and now I've got all kinds of time on my hands and the drama has all but disappeared.....

jesusluvspegging wrote:

sigmoid freud wrote:

One scent young people have been deprived of in this modern age is the smell of fresh mimeograph.

My first job was sysadmin and CAD boy at a small manufacturing company that still had and occasionally used a blueprint machine, which uses ammonia as a fixing agent.  It was in the smallest, least ventilated room in the office, which was also home to the server.

Good times.

Those fuckin' things are nasty,  I worked in one of those places once,  the vapors burned my skin....the Filipinos didn't seem to mind...

Oh, and Dirck, taking it up the ass doesn't hurt if you just remember to breathe....

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jesusluvspegging wrote:

sigmoid freud wrote:

One scent young people have been deprived of in this modern age is the smell of fresh mimeograph.

My first job was sysadmin and CAD boy at a small manufacturing company that still had and occasionally used a blueprint machine, which uses ammonia as a fixing agent.  It was in the smallest, least ventilated room in the office, which was also home to the server.

Good times.

Ahh, diazo prints. My nasal passages cringe at the memory.

"Blueline machines use a diazo process and diazo paper that comes wrapped in a thick black plastic bag sealed to keep the light from exposing the paper. Most diazo paper is yellow in color when it comes out of the sealed bag, then turns blue when it has been run through a blueline machine. The process that works to expose the paper is done with black lights and ammonia. "

Mimeograph is another matter entirely.

choad wrote:

sigmoid freud wrote:

Mimeograph is another matter entirely.

It is. The fumes wafting from that pop quiz were a glue huffing buzz away from erasing the memory of the material you neglected to study... unless you five fingered the master from the teacher's lounge. Ahh, yes, good times.

I used to love the smell of that stuff, and light purple ink still has a certain nostalgia for me.

A lobster pound in late July.
Rotting cabbage.
The middle eastern lady who cut my hair this weekend.

jesusluvspegging wrote:

I'm just barely old enough (28) to have been exposed to mimeograph smells, and yes it was a fine thing to get a fresh quiz still slightly damp from the machine.

That means you probably never had the particular thrill of being asked by the teacher to run off copies of the assignment on the school's mimeograph machine. A heady experience in so many ways.

Oooh-oooh!!

I forgot!!

WD-40.

GooberMcNutly wrote:

I would vote for the following smells:

Pine Tar
Hoppes #9
Solder Flux
Fresh Hops
Nitro-methane
and
Smoking hot brakes

I like your list Goober, especially Hoppes.  Not too many would recognize the sweet smell of a clean barrel.  I could pass on the smoking brakes though.

Here are a few more that bring it back for me:
Licorice
Southern Comfort and Jim Beam
Mucilage paste
Castrol two stroke oil exhaust
White Shoulders perfume
Cordite
Johnson's Baby Lotion

Microwave popcorn and ammonia?  I never thought of mixing those two.