Pasternak for Men 1.7 oz EDT

Pasternak for Men 1.7 oz EDT

The earthy essence of Parsnip, Topinambur, & Scorsonere stir deep rooted desires. Dr. Zhiwago would have worn exclusive Pastarnak for Men proudly in the Siberian Steppes attracting

hundreds of goats. He waited, his cologne drawing the goats closer and closer. Now! Doctor Zhiwago whipped out his minigun and began to obliterate every russian goat he saw.

The Russian goats were smart to hide. Their doppelgangers were out there for Dr. Zhivago to shoot instead. The brainwashed masses were glued to CNN and CNBC on Election night.

But shooting Russian goat doppelgangers wasn't as easy as shooting an enemy Bedoin across the desert because he was using your well, & Dr. Zhivago missed & lost the election. FOX

ES! Orange and fluffy, Thomas started a rival network that just streamed foxes all the time. Cuss THAT, live, you impotent, bald fuckwit! Too bad Thomas was Russian, but enough

exposure to angry foxes had helped hi learn all the cuss words he needed to keep the show interesting, in spite of the poor content. Thomas the fox was making decent money on the

street dealing Three card Monty. Thomas the fox was a fox when it came to finance. He could glean the profit from a losing proposition.

He had to win as much money as possible or he would most definatly have a rage fit and go around slashing things with his curved handled machete

He pulled the lever on the slot machine. This was going to be his big jackpot. If it wasn't, he'd just do it again. And again. And again. And thus began a gambling addiction.