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in an effort to make this blog a bit more shallow, i though i might post today about a conversation i was having with someone last night about play-doh. we were commenting on how much we love the scent, and i mentioned that i had always thought someone should turn it into a cologne, eau d' play-doh. so i was going to write about that and include a picture of play-doh on the post. so i did an image search on google for play-doh and look what turned up: a bottle of play-doh cologne spray. are you kidding me? this is awesome! you can actually spray yourself with the incredible aroma of a freshly opened can of children's clay. this has got to be a sign of the end times or something. when humanity is doing this, well...we have issues. anyway, here's the link to read more about it: http://www.toymania.com/news/messages/8137.shtml.
mmm...play-doh.
greg.

Comments

Crafty P said…
well, all I can say is... I LOVE shallow posts! And I do NOT love the smell of play doh. I remember reading about that eau du playdoh scent awhile back and thought, geesh, why can't someone turn my favorite scent into a cologne?

now, mind you, I don't hate the smell of the stuff like some people do, but I just can't imagine walking around all day smelling like it. We were playing with some play doh this morning and I thought it smelled somewhat comforting- a childhood memory smell, if you will.
greg. said…
exactly! that's how its being marketed, as a kind of familiar and comfortable smell, one that brings you back to your childhood.

you are shallow.

greg.
mego said…
I've heard about this before - I didn't click on the link but from what I remember that lovely play doh scent doesn't come cheap!

I too like the shallow posts. I have a hard enough time gathering thoughts to compose something for my own blog! But you seem to get some good discussions going - I'm enjoying reading along...
Anonymous said…
this just goes to show that you can find almost anything on the internet.
Taryn said…
this is exactly my kind of post. although i think rubbing play doh on your skin would have the same effect as this cologne....
you should try that greg.
greg. said…
i have tried it. it doesn't work because the play-doh gets all dry and doesn't blend in with your skin, unless your skin is lizard green.

greg.

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