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Wednesday, May 17, 2006 :::

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Play-Doh Perfume

Barf!

Barf Barf Barf!

I think the smell of play-doh ranks right up there with the smell of cold mashed potatoes. someone should market that as a fragrance. I have a VERY vivid recollection of tasting a big lump of play-doh as a kid. Let me tell you whut, that's something you don't soon forget. They can label it Non-Toxic all they want, but you'll think you ate raw sewage.

Speaking of barf... (sorry)

And speaking of dog vomit, I ate dinner at K-Mack's parents house once when their dog barfed on the floor. It ate half of it back up and then they cleaned the rest up with a soup ladle. Maybe this is where I got my phobia of eating soup.
OMG, BREAKTHROUGH.

::: posted by dan at 11:17 PM :: [ link ] :: (29) comments

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Yes, but Dan... Why did you once eat Play-Doh?
Because it smells so good!
(Dunno that I'd want to wander around actually smelling like Play-Doh, though.)

I'm not gonna comment on the dog gif.

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alivicwil, at 2:13 AM

very good point, alivicwill.

Personally, I'd very nearly throw myself upon any man who sported that cologne. Well.. I'd throw myself upon him only after resisting the urge to knead and shape him first, off course, because doing the latter on a first date would be just a /little/ bit socially awkward.

-- Silph

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Anonymous, at 4:15 AM

You don’t remember that exactly correct. Yes…he threw up, and then he sniffed it…perhaps his intention was to eat it but we’ll never know because it was cleaned up before he had a chance to embarrass himself. And…it was an old slotted spoon that we didn’t use for actual kitchen purposes anymore; remember…we had one for poop too, dog poop.

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Kristina, at 7:35 AM

I love the smell of play-doh
and Michael, he claims he wants to do play-doh when in reality all he does is sit and sniff it.
Oh, and thanks for the dog vomit story...a dog eatting it's own vomit is exactly the morning time entertainment I want while eatting my breakfast.

*even if the real story is cute little Hawkeye just investigating it*

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Stacy, at 8:14 AM

Actually, I'd buy the play doh perfume and gladly wear it. Just for the pleasure of everyone else in a meeting trying to figure out what that smell was. And maybe it would transport everyone at that meeting to a child-like state, where it was less business, and more like playing in a sandbox.

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Ricardo Pants, at 8:33 AM

Ricardo thats brilliant! I can see it...

"dude, you smell like play-doh..."

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the other sarah, at 8:59 AM

Once a so-called friend dared me to stick play-doh up my nose, and I did it. I was seventeen, for God's sake, but in my defense, I was not of sound mind.

Anyway, even though I thought I dug it all out of there, I kept smelling the stuff inside my nares for a couple of weeks. I could also taste it sometimes. Gross, huh?

Fabulous blog! I read you several times a week.

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Char, at 10:48 AM

Agreed! I am otherwise considered a great aunt, but my niece and nephew know not to come anywhere near me when they play with their beloved Play-doodoo. Blech.

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miamack, at 11:21 AM

Well we were too poor for the real stuff, but made our own with food coloring and flour and other stuff. Ours smelled like vanilla 'cause we would put in a few drops of fake vanilla. The great thing was we could always throw it away and when it got ruined we just made a new batch. Poverty isn't always such a bad thing, I guess.

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wonderment, at 11:37 AM

Sweet Jesus, I wish those memory-eraser things from Men in Black were real so I could erase ever having seen that from my mind.

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june, at 1:10 PM

I loved smelling AND eating Play-Doh as a child. As for the vomit story, I had a dog who not only ate her own vomit before I could clean it up (paper towels, no soup ladle) but when crated would eat her own poop as to not have to smell it. Sometimes, she would even throw it up and eat it again! She was brilliant. Try to erase THAT from your mind.

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Belle, at 4:08 PM

They just made this to prove that they can make a "fragrance" out of virtually anything.
In the vein of childhood smells revisited for the glam crowd, how about macaroni and cheese? Or magic markers? Or the pizza smell from scratch n' sniff stickers?

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Elle Marie, at 4:10 PM

Um - doesn't anyone here wonder how much the dog puked? I mean seriously - to be able to clean it up with a soup ladle...

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elizabeth, at 4:16 PM

ok...yech...

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Darcy's Twin, at 4:44 PM

how about scented markers...those were awesome...to bad i could only watch my classmate with envy. Mint one was my favorite

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wonderment, at 4:58 PM

I was partial to the blueberry smell. Nick Strauss had them, so dreamy AND his markers smelled good, he was the total package.

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Kristina, at 5:38 PM

no comments about the fact that it is puking during sex?

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Anonymous, at 5:45 PM

I luurve the smell of Playdoh. I think I would seriously wear it as a scent, too. I used to have scented crayons when I was about six. I vividly remember the cedar crayon, which was brown, and the new car smell which was .. blue. I'm sure there were bubblegums and flower-scented ones, but I remember the bizarre ones.

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Annie, at 6:42 PM

OMG. i had been reserving this humiliating story for years and years and reading your post, i've come to the realization that i can hold it back no more.

my junior year in high school, my best friend dusty dared me to eat as much playdoh as i could in 1 minute. i rocked that dare, eating two whole canisters in under one minute - red and yellow. blue tasted the grodiest, so i was saving that for last, but didn't make it. within about 2 minutes of having finished the playdoh and drinking copious water afterwards (that's some salty shit!) i got so sick that i didn't even make it to the bathroom before i started barfing. yellow & red playdoh chunder all over dusty's mom's ivory carpeting, then the bathroom floor & rug, and finally the toilet. that was worse than any drunk barf i've ever had.

that was cathartic.

the thought of playdoh perfume brings back memories of stupidity.

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melissa mcgee, at 7:36 PM

ate some powdered lead based paint when i was a kid and it nearly put me in hospital.To smart to tell the doctor though.

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Anonymous, at 8:29 PM

" no comments about the fact that it is puking during sex? "

Oh no... We all saw it. It's just so perfect that there really isn't much left for us all to say about it.

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Ricardo Pants, at 11:15 PM

i agree, dan. the smell of play-doh makes me want to barf. BARF!

BARF BARF BARF!

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Honey Bunny, at 11:20 PM

***GAG!***

Aptly titled post.

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Colleen, at 8:01 AM

I ADORE the smell of Play Doh. Sniffing it, for me, is like sniffing glue. It makes me high. High on nostalgia. High on kneading and squooshing and wanting to actually make something that LOOKS like something. (But I never did.) I still buy it sometimes just for a surreptitious sniff.

Would I wear the scent? Hell no. That would take away the specialness of it. Plus, yuck.

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Karla, at 10:38 AM

I'm in the Love camp myself. It's one of those great nostalgic childhood smells--yum also to the smell of magic markers and crayons and new barbie dolls. I think it would be heaven to squirt it all over myself and just love myself all day. And smile mysteriously when everyone else is trying to figure where the hell that smell is coming from. Mmmm, lovely.

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Anonymous, at 10:57 AM

the thought of this cologne sickens me. That gif is kinda funny though... I can't imagine that happening to someone. ANd how weird that it was caught on tape. Weird.

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duane, at 2:05 PM

How about the "Shave and a Haircut" Playdoh thing where you turn the crank and the patient gets a trippy colored beard that you cut off...and eat.

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Tommy T., at 2:16 PM

I am so glad you wrote about this, because when I read the press release about this, I laughed out loud. Don't get me wrong though. I love Demeter's Dirt and Tomato.

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nycbabylon, at 11:17 PM

Did you try it because you made it into a cookie w/ the cookie cutter play set, and you swore it looked good enough to eat? That was my sad story...

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Jayme, at 4:12 PM

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