I got home from work at about 10 p.m. tonight, and I was feeling pretty tired as I flung my shirt across the room. And then it hit me - the missing ingredient to power me through such nights. That's right - MANDOM. The time might be now.
Just...be careful man...
Initiative seized.
By the way, will this clash with Hammam Bouquet?
I'm currently experiencing a euphoric rush of testosterone-laden anticipation, tempered by a twinge of trepidation. Unlike Topgumby and The Nid Hog, I was not a Marine. I hope I can live up to the responsibilities of MANDOM ownership.
By the way, will this clash with Hammam Bouquet?
To be fair, Charles Bronson wasn't a Marine either. I do think his earlier experiences as a coal miner, aerial gunner and all-around tough guy prepared him to not just bear the burden of Mandom but to celebrate it. That's the lesson that Mandom teaches. To wear it is to dance through life's adversities.
As we haven't heard from Obsessed here in a while now I can only assume he got a bit foolhardy with the Mandom and tried the old 'light the pipe before dousing yourself in Mandom' gig. Only works in the movies brother (well, the movies and Mandom commercials that is). May he be remembered as the brave and dauntless soul he was.
I hope he wasn't smoking a pipe while applying Mandom like Charley Bronson...
Goodnight, Mr. Obsessed! Sleep tight!
Don't wait for the bottle to arrive to begin wearing your Mandom. Start behaving as if you've splashed on some Mandom right now. It's not all about fragrance.
Don't wait for the bottle to arrive to begin wearing your Mandom. Start behaving as if you've splashed on some Mandom right now. It's not all about fragrance.