When I was a kid, I was infamous for hating baths. I mean to say that there likely were many times that I went four or five days without submering myself in any kind of cleansing agent, and my parents found it thoroughly appalling. And well they should have! Now, as a mild-mannered, girl-chasing, stage-rocking, tip-dependent twenty-one-year-old, showers are my best friend. In fact, somewhere in the midst of early pubescence, my attention to hygienic detail became anal retentive, or at least as close to that as a guy as "lazy, laid back, crazy or just on crack" (See: "Enthused"-Blink) guy like me can get about something. The process of this resulted in a routine consumption of appearance-enhancing paraphernalia from the local CVS that has been integral to my morning preparations that I've fondly named
Or, the collective title for the assortment of deodorants, cheap cologne sprays, hair and body washes, lotions, toothpastes, breath mints, and the like that any conscientous young gentleman employs daily to maintain his hygiene, appearance, and (approximate) attractiveness to the opposite sex. Particular in this group is that especially excellent shower gel that Old Spice makes that is a combination hair and body wash. It not only saves you money from having to buy both soap and shampoo, but it also gives the odd satisfaction that comes from being able to rub the same thing into your scalp as you scrub on your balls. Can't beat that with a stick!