Despite being new to the fragrance market WD-40 is confident of its success. A spokesman said, “This is a market we’ve long considered launching a product in.”
“It has that really weird scent that they (the ladies) can’t get enough of, like things that you probably shouldn’t really love to sniff, like gasoline or those big fat magic markers,” writes a Reddit use. “Confession: I love the smell of diesel fumes. lol! It reminds me of the fair as a kid, with all the rides going.”
“So true! I’m loving the fact that he smells of dirt and dust. Dirt scents are fantastic,” posted another.
“My husband just said that I was crazy for asking about WD40,” posted yet another Reddit user.
“After I come in from working on the car, my wife can’t keep her hands off of me! My wife would kick my a** if I tried to used WD-40 as a cologne,” says Jay on the Garage Journal.
Another benefit – it also attracts men. Is there a women’s version on the horizon?
Before you dismiss the idea, consider this: the secret formula (never patented, so it couldn’t be copied) is only mixed in two sites in the US, one in Australia and one in Milton Keynes, the HQ of the European operation. And that distinctive WD-40 fragrance we all know and love is completely manufactured, then added.
WD-40 was invented in 1953 by Norm Larsen, founder of the Rocket Chemical Company, to stop condensation and corrosion occurring in the umbilical cord of the Atlas space rocket. There were 39 formulas before Water Displacement Formula 40 hit pay dirt and won the tender. But it wasn’t until 1969 that the company changed its name to WD-40, after its miracle product. WD-40’s breakthrough came with the aerosol version in the Sixties.
And it’s still used in space now.
WD-40 products are sold internationally through major automotive, hardware/home improvement, mass merchandiser, club, grocery/drug, other retail outlets and internet sellers.
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]]>I’m Australian. Flying internationally anywhere is an 8-hour minimum commitment, and as such, I can confidently say I’ve seen it all — lost passports, lost luggage, lost marbles. I’ve been seated next to every asshole one could possibly meet on a plane. I have probably, at some point, been guilty of each in-flight offense myself. But typecasts aren’t limited to the friendly sky. Oh no. Through frequent visits and keen observation, I’ve come to realize there are definitive categories that group airport dwellers together, too.
This guy. This three-piece-suit-wearing business class regular can navigate the airport like it’s his own personal pool house. He enters the security line reserved for first class travelers with a casual flick of his top-tier membership card while simultaneously talking loudly (and importantly) at someone down his Galaxy S6. Access to this express lane is a prerequisite in whatever 8-page contract he signed for his C-level position at Insert Bank/Law Firm Here.
Get swept up in their enthusiasm, my friends, as it will help wash away your cynicism and disdain when you inevitably get stuck behind them. They’re the type of people who are excited when randomly selected for an explosives test. (They’re also the only people paying attention to the safety briefing when on the plane.)
You can’t decipher their obscure nicknames printed on their jerseys nor the impetus of their trip. Is it a bachelor party weekend or a sporting tour? You actually don’t care. You just pray you’re not on the same flight.
Phwoar. Making up about 60% of the security line, they’re the ones wearing triple strength Doc Marten lace-up boots that take 20 minutes to disassemble. They repeatedly forget the four million gadgets in their pockets and go through the security gates upwards of 12 times. Their carry-on bags have a Jack-In-The-Box effect when opening: possessions everywhere. You may or may not have previously fallen into this category but when The Time Waster isn’t you, he or she is your stress level’s worst nightmare.
This is the person who doesn’t use an excessive amount of plastic trays. The person who wears slip-on shoes and doesn’t complain how long the line is taking, who knows where her ID is and finished her water bottle in tandem with checking her suitcase. You can just tell she doesn’t have to pee. This is the person you want to be.
Despite your best efforts, this one cannot be placed. You saw him in the business class check in – is he secretly a billionaire? And if so, why is he wearing Converse? A tech start-up genius, maybe? Does he travel often? Is he 10 or 30? Why is he eating rice cakes?
Chances are they’re celebrating their soon-to-be golden wedding anniversary and are patiently waiting their turn to be scanned. These seasoned travelers are wonderfully mellow; nothing can spike their anxiety; they’ve seen it all. They’ve learned the zen art of enjoying the trip, not only the destination. They are great! But why oh why oh why do they have to be in front of you moving at the Snapchat-filtered mile per hour of zero?
Mavis had the privilege of checking in The Lads and she is not impressed. Avoid her check-in kiosk all costs — there will be a zero chance of an arbitrary upgrade. (Find someone whose shift has just begun.)
Who actually receives an applause when they board the plane.
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Who have you met? And who have you been? Take your keys out of your pockets, your feet out of your shoes and tell us in plastic the bin below.
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]]>As he is a quiet man he asks the girl nothing, rather to better place cameras throughout the house. Pervert.
The next day when the girl returns to the apartment, the pervert goes to work as usual and leaves the cameras on to record everything that happens while he’s not in his apartment.
After a long talk with his ‘domestica’ decides to forgive her since she begs she needs the job and I swears would never do something similar again. But the pervert could not hold himself back and posted the video on the Internet.
Ok, what I don’t get, if he went to the trouble of placing the cameras and sees what is going on, why would be want to stop? I mean, scolding the girl for…rather…he should be encouraging her to feel free in his apartment while he is away. No? Wouldn’t you?
Spolier Alert. Don’t believe this video is real. But its fun to fantasize. The video published in May 2016 has more than 3,000,000 views!
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Some, we are led to believe didn’t get down to the bottom of the ad.
Can you blame them, pussy over chicken winds and fingers any day.
This is the full ad. Many were disappointed.
]]>Well now causing a woman to feel uncontrollable arousal and horniness is just as easy. Warning, this is NOT for guys who think “manipulating” a woman’s brain is wrong.
It’s all about the money.
Trying on a woman who has “friend-zoned” you would be perfect. At first she’ll be blushing, then you will see her “logical brain” try to resist, but her emotions will be too strong.
Her heart rate will elevate, her mind stars to whirl around all the things she can buy, how her life would be with all that money, and she may even feel a tingling “down below”.
The power of money is too strong for her to resist you. She’ll look at you like a tigress, wanting to devour her prey. She’ll stop talking about the weather, her boring things and she will start making hints on how she’s tired, her need to lie down and “why don’t we go relax on the bed together?”
Her mood will now be different. She will find you (your money) appealing, interesting. She wants you (your money). She doesn’t want to live without you (your money). Somehow she will figure out how you (your money) will part of her life.
Legal? Yes — 100%
Ethical? Yes — 100%
There is a downside to this method. The effects of her wanting you (your money) is limited to your resources, not how much money you have, but how much you are willing to spend on her.
]]>From the El Pejibaye – SAN JOSE – Traffic slowed to a halt in downtown San José today as drunk and slovenly dressed gringos took to the street to celebrate Costa Rica’s designation by think-tank Transient International as the world’s top refuge for expats fleeing seedy pasts to dodge arrest warrants and indulge in the excesses of sex, drugs and, well, marimbas.
“It’s not often that Costa Rica is ranked number in the world at anything, and we could not be prouder to be recognized for the sordid, shadowy community of expats we have willfully given asylum to over the years,” said Culture Minister Sylvie Duran at a press conference held in the casino of San Jose’s Hotel Del Rey. “It’s a reminder to the international community that, if you are looking to have an affair, easily obtain illicit drugs or change your name to avoid the law, come to Costa Rica!”
The study conducted by the Geneva, Switzerland-based research group found that Costa Rica has the world’s largest population of “fat, Hawaiian shirt wearing, pill-drunk expat slobs,” narrowly edging out Thailand and the Dominican Republic. The Central American nation was also rated the world’s top destination for 23-year old expats pretending to learn Spanish, dabble in Yoga, or teach subpar English to locals for six to eight months before returning home to live with their parents.
“I’m much happier here than I ever was in Mississipi, uh, I mean Michigan,” said Chaz PureLife, a U.S. expat employed at a cocaine-fueled SportsBook in the basement of Mall San Pedro. “As long as I travel with my fake passport, I have no problem avoiding Interpol in the U.S. and always get back into Costa Rica with a fake itinerary I update in Microsoft Paint.”
After word of the news reached the Pacific coast beach town of Jacó, local establishments the Beatle Bar, Hotel Cocal and Le Loft offered free drinks all day to expats with proof of an outstanding arrest warrant in another country, according to a posting in a local Facebook group. Escort services also offered temporary 2-for-1 deals to men exceeding 300 pounds and dressed in Hawaiian or Imperial beer t-shirts, according to local tourism site http://www.grimygringos.org.
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Let’s get this over with…
Look. She’s pissing! Is that what you were hoping for when you clicked on this? I hope so, because there are 5 more of these.
Why is this appealing to anyone? I mean, yeah it’s a Disney characters, but at the end of the day you’re still just looking people on the toilet.
And what does it say about me that I made it? Am I just dead inside?
I guess I could have tried to justify it by putting some sort of positive spin on it. I could have called it This Artist Used Disney Princesses to Shatter the Myth that Girls Don’t Poop or something dumb like that, but what would be the point? The only reason anyone reads one of these things is to see some soulless, bastardized version of something we loved as kids. We’re all just trying to relive some great feeling that we’ll never recapture because none of us really feel anything anymore.
I mean, remember Belle? Remember how cool she was? Remember how she stood up to Beast and made reading seem awesome? Well here she is shitting in a magic toilet’s mouth. We should all be ashamed of ourselves.
I didn’t even try to make a joke in that last picture, but it doesn’t matter. We all got what we wanted here.
There is no line anymore. There is no God. There is only content.
He asked the trainer standing next to him, “What machine should I use to impress that girl over there?”
The trainer looked him up and down and said;
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