I used to have to buy my ink cartridges to draw my strips at Michaels or Joann’s or wherever, and I often described the store as “smelling like GIRL.”  See, because there was an overwhelming fragrance.  Lots of potpourri.  Get it?  Genders!  So I borrowed that wordage for this strip, but damn if it doesn’t sound way pettier coming from Mr. He-Man Women Haters Club over here.

but just you wait walky you’ll smell like girl soon enough