sticks & strings & four-letter words
I didn't even know I HAD a Hans, let alone know where he is.
Now, now... my Hans is your Hans.
If I told you. . . wait for it. . . I'd have to acknowledge that there were two of us who knew.
He's in Vegas, so we'll never know what happened...
Do I know WHAT a Hans is?
Funny, Donna is mildly related to where Hans actually was. Jeffe, Hans is my long-time co-worker and spouter of many fine perfume commentaries. If you click the Hans tag, you can see Hans items from the history of the blog.
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