Did you ever want to know what a diet of cheetos and insanity smelled like? Well now you can..*

(*I did not actually purchase this, rather it was a thank-you gift. I am saying a million thank you’s that it was not eau de Paris because then I would have walked into the kitchen, taken out my frying pan, filled it with oil, idly flicked through a newspaper while it heated and then when it reached perfect temperature I would stick my face in it for 5 minutes until golden brown, because it is Britney I only need to gouge my eyes out with toothpicks; a much more pleasant outcome I think you will find.)