tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638382943535174775.post2214267197197840413..comments2023-08-13T10:18:21.687-03:00Comments on Zirbert, The Irritable Saint: I May Have A New MottoZirberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08023870424747584252noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638382943535174775.post-29845210355145024522008-06-02T17:57:00.000-03:002008-06-02T17:57:00.000-03:00Personally, I would prefer to smell like bacon. E...Personally, I would prefer to smell like bacon. Ewww!RebelAngelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06378809557123102752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638382943535174775.post-90037409054580697042008-05-31T16:11:00.000-03:002008-05-31T16:11:00.000-03:00I once advised my mother that if she really wanted...I once advised my mother that if she really wanted to get my dad to chase her, all she needed to do was go out to the deer hanging in the shed, and rub the black spot on it's hind legs on her neck, and the inside of her wrists and elbows. She laughed and asked, "Why, what is the black spot?" I explained they were the tarsal glands, which emit a strong, musky scent that, once applied to human skin, is virtually impossible to clean off. You just have to wait for it to wear off. "Why should I do <I>that</I>?" Mum wanted to know. "Because," I replied, "During hunting season, there is no scent more exciting to a hunter."<BR/><BR/>It's a viable option to bacon.HomeSchoolerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17049486049395488105noreply@blogger.com