The Fragrance of Introverts
by Steve West on May 20, 2024
Recent conversation with Brenda:
Brenda: You look so busy. What are you working on now?
Me: An advertisement for a cologne for introverts that hasn't been created yet. Gonna need help with that part. Chanel... Dior, maybe.
Brenda: What's so special about it?
Me: Right now, just the name.
Brenda: What's it called?
Me: LEAVE ME, THE FA COLOGNE.
Brenda: You better hope for a lot of on-line sales.
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