Coming home from a long sweaty day out and about, I wander into the living room wearing a pair of black tight shiny pants and a black silky shirt with an open front. I have a look on my face that says I'm smelling something truly awful. I pull open my shirt a bit and give my pit a whiff, only to recoil in disgust! Then my eyes land on you... I exclaim how happy I am that you are home because I need your help with something. "I don't know what's going on," I say in an almost hushed tone, "but my armpits smell like food... Rotting food!". Before you can even react to my statement, I grab ...

Coming home from a long sweaty day out and about, I wander into the living room wearing a pair of black tight shiny pants and a black silky shirt with an open front. I have a look on my face that says I'm smelling something truly awful. I pull open my shirt a bit and give my pit a whiff, only to recoil in disgust! Then my eyes land on you... I exclaim how happy I am that you are home because I need your help with something. "I don't know what's going on," I say in an almost hushed tone, "but my armpits smell like food... Rotting food!". Before you can even react to my statement, I grab your head and shove it in my armpit and tell you to, "SMELL IT!". Trying to wrench away, you find my grip is iron strong as I shove your face into my other pit for a sniff! It is one of the worst things you have ever smelled and are beyond grateful when I finally let you go. I proceed to start taking off my shirt, while describing more about the sweaty foul-smelling situation. I share a story of how I was in a store where a customer commented about the stench that smelled like bad cooking. I stifle a laugh at that. They were basically saying my armpits had the odor of someone's horrible cooking. Once my shirt is off, I take the opportunity to snag your face again, and shove your nose right into my hairy pit, followed by the other one. You are so disgusted by the smell, but cannot get away until I've fully shared the experience with you. While I have you firmly in the first pit, I remind you about how it was YOUR responsibility to buy me the speciality safety razors online, and that was 8 weeks ago. But did you do this? NO! So now you suffer the consequences that the resulting hairy armpits have caused. From here, you suggest various ways I can make myself smell better, such as rose water, deodorant, and even a shower. After each attempt to improve my odor, I test it myself with a sniff in each pit, before making you do the same. My reaction seems to be consistent throughout, with me plugging my nose, and/or gagging, and/or recoiling, etc. I also continuously comment on the acrid smell and which foods seem to match with it. The most disturbing version of that food, obviously. Even when I simply raise my arms to reveal the 8-weeks of growth, the miasmic odor smashes into your face, causing you to almost fall over. When I get your nose so close that the hair goes up your nostrils, you almost puke from the wrongness of the smell. I hope you've learned a lesson here today. When I ask you to get my safety razors, then I suggest you get my fucking safety razors! If you wish to contact me for custom videos or to offer a request for the store, please locate my email on my banner, in LIST view. It is not visible in grid view. I am currently on a hiatus from regular video production. I am, however, still making CUSTOM clips an occasionally stockpiling for the store. So yes, I am still accepting and adding regular non-custom ideas to my filming list, for these stockpiling occasions. More details available upon inquiry.