Riding the 21 Hayes to work this morning, I sat next to a
make-up-applying-woman who had managed to drench herself in Poison
after drinking heavily from her bottle of eau de toilette the night
before.

I was puzzled.

I thought all the bottles of Poison spontaneously combusted when Falcon Crest was taken off the air.

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