Oooh, pro bono soap! I've heard you're good people. Secco kept saying you were shifty and not to be trusted, but I said he was wrong. Anyone who gives out waffle irons and Peeps can't be all bad, that's all I know. Maybe smelly soaps would help me lure in the next girl. "Hey look baby, I'm a sensitive guy, I've got fruity soaps in my bathroom! Plus I smell like chocolate!" Who knows, it just might work. Put me down for any of 'em except the coffee type one. I don't do coffee. My hockey bag would probably laugh at the soap and spit it out smelling worse than before (I'm betting "goalie sweat" scented soap would be a poor seller), but the closet where I store my gear between games could probably benefit from some scent adjustment! Maybe some pearberry could knock it down a bit.
Know what the internet needs? Scratch and sniff. There should be some kind of scent doo-dad attached to all monitors so you could do scents online.
I'm willing to bet you could count on one hand the number of times in human history that the phrase "pro bono soaping" has ever been uttered, written, typed, or even thought. If I ever start a band, I may call it Pro Bono Soaping. Either that or Monkeypox. I've always thought that Monkeypox would be a great name for a band.
-Ricardo
