You check yourself in the mirror before heading out to a special advance screening of Anchorman 2. Your hair is perfectly feathered (both ladies and gents). Your pants are tight and have just the right flare at the ankle to swish when you walk. Your collar is wide and showing a little skin, while your shoes give you just enough lift to be confident. You look far-out, but you take no chances. You have a secret weapon more effective than Sex Panther.
Balm Chicky Balm Balm in Wild Mountain Honey Smells Better than Novelty Cologne More Than 60% of Every Time
Balm Chicky Balm Balm in Wild Mountain Honey gives you three times the product of your normal lip balm — and it’s been that kind of night. The all-natural emolients in Balm Chicky Balm Balm have your lips glowing more brilliantly than the sunlight bouncing off of a harvest gold kitchen sink. You enjoyed the movie and made your way through the after party toward your perfect partner for the night. You locked eyes across the room earlier and the two of you are about one slow dance away from slipping into something more comfortable. Which you do, back at his or her house.
You came in for a night-cap and the scotch in your tumbler is mixing quite well with your Wild Mountain Honey lips, making you feel groo-vy. Halfway through the fine malt in your glass, your partner in mischief looks at you like a mailman with a disappointing, flat package. “I would kiss you, but my lips are dry,” they say with remorse. The way this evening has gone anything rough could ruin it, but you have things covered. You reach into your tight jeans and take out your Balm Chicky Balm Balm. You flick your thumb over the bottom and reveal the secret extra portion tucked away for emergencies and emergency friends. Just a little bit of that Wild Mountain Honey balm on their finger and their lips look tastier than the scotch. It’s all honey on honey from here and night fades into morning. You wake up to find your dance partner rinsing out their coffee mug. A ray of sunshine through the window bounces off none other than a harvest gold sink. “Stay classy,” you bid them as you hustle on out the door.