Or the women use on men.
I was in High School in the '60s and I had my first car even before I had my license. I got my learner’s permit the day I turned 16, but had to wait a whole week to take the road test… I and my friends were all gearheads, but we were called “Bardahl Boys”… My then girlfriend (now wife of 54-years…) soon got used to the “smell” (her word choice…) of “hypoid oil” because no matter how many time you wash your clothing, the smell never came out… Even six decades later, when she catches the “bouquet” (my word choice…) of hypoid oil, she squeezes my arm and say, “My Man…”
I created this video for our anniversary…
I wrote the lyrics to the song…
Congratulations. You amaze me. 52 years here, 1972 right after basic. Back when I looked ok. First saw her during a dorm watermelon feed. Thought she was an upper classman, but a freshman. First talked to her during the Tracy,Mn tornado in 1968. Long time ago.