I'm cranky and nervous like an old man so it fits.
/pats Girlboy consolingly
I've had to improvise with the wolfwhatever Oldspice deodorant once or twice. Then again, when the beau runs out of his, he'll slap on mine. (It smells like powder anyway.)
*** it! You gotta do what you gotta do sometimes, and it beats underarm sweat, right?
He'll also pluck a singular armpit hair, place it neatly on my deodorant, and close the cap.