Seriously, sitting next to a co worker who is doused in this shit.
I'm getting flashbacks to middle school.
The only type of person over 30 who has an excuse to wear this crap is a stripper, because their life is already filled with poor choices, so they get a pass.
I was out riding (motorbikes) with my tight crew the other weekend. We stopped for a break after some particularly wild twisties (fast cornering) followed by demonstrating our superiority to the rest of the world (terrorising pedestrians). Suddenly I could smell a heavenly blend of tropical fruits in the air, and looked around for the gaggle of pubescent teenage hotties in lip balm and glitter. But nope, if was my riding partner-in-crime for lo these many seasons, sucking down hard on his vape filled with Pineapple-Passion Fruit Delight. "Killer!" I cried "Nooooooooooooo"