Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to Sheen, now back at your man, now back to Sheen. Sadly, he isn’t Sheen, but if he stopped using ladies scented marijuana and switched to crack rock, he could smell like he’s Sheen. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in a mansion with the Sheen your man could rant like. What’s in your hand, back at Sheen. He has it, it’s an oyster with two kilos of that thing you love (hard, hard drugs). Look again, the drugs are now hookers. Anything is possible when your man smells like Charlie Sheen and not a lady. I’m on a whore.