The glorious power of the ‘Veg’

Was at my friends B-day party Saturday night. As I pass by the bar, a bloke in his twenty's says to me ‘are you wearing Brut?'
Impressed as much with his olfactory ability as I was with his recognition of an older scent, we start talking a/s, and colognes.
So I, of course, ask him how he shaves, ‘with an electric razor (which is definitely bad form) and I get terrible razor burn'.
At that point, I begin to extol the virtues of a proper gentleman's shave. Being a farm boy, he says he likes fresh ‘green' scents.
So I proceed to tell him of the ‘Veg'. ‘Sounds interesting', says he, then he invites me to a club to see his uncle's band.
Turns out, not only had I known his uncle since he was but a wee lad, I had recorded his old band's album!
Since I had to pass my house to get to the club, I told him I'd stop in and get my ‘Veg'.
When I got to the club, I saw him, and told him ‘I've got something for you.' Him and his mate follow me to my car, and they both
proceed to ‘Veg up', and we all go back inside. About twenty minutes later, I look over, and his mate is dancing with two birds
and he's dancing with three! The power of the Veg lads, power of the Veg!
 
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