Before I start...let me say that this was a long time ago...

Years ago, my sister went on holiday, and after forgetting to buy me any kind of souvenir, she opted for a bottle of aftershave from the duty free.

It was called 'Farenheit'. I thought it was a bit naff and smelled of cucumber but put it on once before going out so she wouldn't be offended.

I lost count of times I was approached that night and told how nice I smelled. Who the hell uses your smell as an icebreaker? I even pulled!

So the next week - I tried again...and pulled again. And so on...such was the power that my friends noticed my change of fortunes and changed the name to 'fanny-night' as the outcome of any evening wearing that stuff would always result in interest from lovely ladyfolk.

Unfortunately but predictably...they all rushed out and bought it by the gallon and my subsequent 'golden goose' was drowned in a vat of cucumber juice.

happy times though.

Thank you rswipe, for giving me something else to write about...because I am having a major lack of inspiration with this week's QotW

*sighs*
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