Hi! Just a bit of fun today.
Mine is that Pink Sugar is good, actually. Even great. Maybe not even as a scent, but as conceptual art.
You see, I admire people who completely inhabit themselves. And if a woman dressed head to toe in pink were to pass me, walking two horrible yappy white dogs with rhinestone collars named Champagne and Luncheon, and leave me in the trail of her nuclear plastic flowers and tooth-rotting sweetness, I would stare after her with a misty look in my eyes and wonder:
*Will I ever know such joy as you do now?*