“Your deodorant smells like my armpit. And yet I get no royalty from the manufacturer.”

“I sure wish deodorant tasted like butter, because then I could keep mashed potatoes warm and tasty in my armpits all day long.”

“I just bought some long-lasting deodorant. You know, for the afterlife. Eternity is a long time to have stinky armpits.”

“I treat women like royalty. But not from a Bolshevik perspective.”

“I’d like to assess all the asses on the beach. By hand. I should try to get a sponsorship from an oven mitt manufacturer.”

“A brick could be used to make music. But why not use something more humane, like your armpit.
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“I can smell a trap. It smells like my ass.”