100 thoughts on “Old Spice | The Man Your Man Could Smell Like

  1. Hello everyone. Look at your comment, now back to mine, now back to yours, now back to mine. Sadly, yours isn’t mine. But if you stopped posting about other things and made this your comment, yours could be like mine. Look down, back up. Where are you? You’re on Youtube, reading the comment your comment could be like

  2. Nobody:
    Not a soul:
    No living being:
    Not a creature that was stirring:
    Not even a mouse:
    Isaiah Mustafa: I'm On A hOrSe.

  3. If you slow down the video, the oysters just fell off the dude's palm.
    Though the better question is why I slowed down the video…

  4. Look at your men now back to me now look back at your men now back to me I am not sure man I'm flipping you off now look at the ground now back to me where's the dragon ball it's gone i threw and there's not a damn thing you can do…

  5. Hello ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me, sadly he isn’t me but if he stopped using lady scented body wash, he could smell like he’s me

    Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a boat with the man your man could smell like

    What’s in your hand, back at me, I have it, it’s an oyster with 2 tickets to that thing you love, look again, the tickets are now diamonds, anything’s possible when your man smells like old spice and not a lady

    I’m on a horse

  6. Is all about materialim..this is what makes ladies wet…i know about many expert liers whom tell ladies similar stories about their bots diamants..etc…and works for them..after bed …those ladies are thrown.. so i find this spot realistic about ladies expectations in their brains..but sexist and freak…

  7. Look at your men, now back to me, now look back at your men; back to me..! I am not your men. I am flipping you off. Now look at the ground. Back to me. Where's the Dragon Ball? It's gone. I THREW IT.

  8. I greeteth thee, fair'r gend'r,

    Behold thy sir,

    Anon, behold backeth to me,

    Anon backeth at thy sir

    Anon backeth to me

    Woes be thee! That gent doth not resemble me

    But if 't be true that gent ceased using mistress scent'd corse washeth and switch'd to fusty spice that gent couldst smelleth liketh that gent is me

    Behold down

    Behold backeth up,

    Wh're art thee?

    Thou art on a boat with a sir thy sir couldst smelleth liketh

    What is in thy handeth?

    Anon backeth at me

    I has't t

    T'is an oyst'r with two tickets to yond thing thee loveth

    Behold again

    The tickets art anon diamonds

    Aught is possible at which hour thy sir smells liketh fusty spice and not a mistress

    I am astride a h'rse

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