Driven

Sir Ian McKellen came over to the apartment the other night to watch The Hills with us. The moment he entered the living room, a foul odor permeated throughout.

"God damn it man!" Mads, my Norwegian companion, said.

"Dude, what's that smell?"

"What're you talking about?"

"You, man. What the hell are you wearing?"

"Oh... that's Driven... a sales lady at the perfume counter convinced me to try some on..."

"The Derek Jeter cologne?"

He nodded meekly. Mads and I lost it so bad, we had to pause The Hills until we regained our composure.

"You guys suck. Scoot over, I wanna see if Lauren and Brody hook up."