Dude, you got so totally scammed. When I bought my demonic bathwater off this bass player I know, I shelled out maybe 15 bucks and half a warm Heineken. And mine has, like, a Beelzebubbian pubic hair still floating around in it. Which is really worth something, I’m pretty sure, because B’s like, a serious demon in the pantheon of evil.
In case you’re wondering, I use the stuff to bless my guitar pics and to, y’know, anoint the Norwegian wood before Tantric sex acts with some of the more experimental groupies.
Don’t get me wrong, though, brah’. I mean, demonic ablutions are like, hardcore righteous and all. It’s just that I don’t think you did enough shopping around.
I dunno. Maybe it’s just a cultural thing…?
“Norwegian wood” – is that what you call it? Kinda odd. Unless you’re Norwegian, which seems unlikely.
Actually, I think I’ve noted elsewhere that I call mine “the Pocket Jeffster.” But Norwegian wood just has a kinda rock’n’roll vibe to it, don’t you think?