You know what this shirt is talking about. It’s some sort of Mentholatum rub, combined with a cheap perfume or aftershave, combined with old farts trapped in polyester trousers. Drop a little hair spray, and roll it around on the 67 year old sofa. You know they’re coming. Rather, have your friends blindfold you, spin you around and take you to the old folks home and you’ll know straight what you walked into.
