My wife came home and stuck her wrist in my face as I crawled off the bicycle and ordered, "Sniff this." A weird thing to do when you're dripping sweat all over the place. But I did and it was fine. Then she grabbed her shirt off the table - the outer layer, she wasn't shirtless this whole time - and told me to smell the sleeve. I pondered it and replied, "Smells like you spilled beer on yourself." She looked confused and then sniffed it herself and said, "I get that, it does now." I told her if she was trying to arouse me, a perfume that smelled like old IPA was probably a solid move, but it was going to arouse our neighbor as well.
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