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I may be in my hot steaming car without a working A/C, but my package thinks it's January at Lambeau Field. Thanks to the shivery ball bliss that is Gold Bond Triple Medicated Powder. My shirt may be drenched in sweat, but down below it feels like Sub-Zero is teeing off on my taint with every icy fatality in his arsenal. I actually had to escape Mr. Freeze because he thought his wife Nora might be cryogenically frozen in my undies. I couldn't convince him otherwise. I love you Gold Bond.
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