swinging for success

As a professional golfer, Bob Lunn never won a major tournament on the Professional Golfers Association (PGA) tour. He once finished tied for third in the U.S. Open, but that is neither here nor there. 

Because where Bob Lunn truly excelled was on an entirely different kind of course, on a completely different kind of tour. 

You see, Bob Lunn was a professional swinger.

As a member of the National Association of Swinging Athletes (NASA) tour, Bob rarely finished outside of the top 3 in any swingers tournament he participated in. In his prime, it was said that Bob could "put the ball in the hole" almost effortlessly.

To continue to put it metaphorically, over the course of his career, Bob "put it in the hole" on over 377 different "courses"- a record that still stands to this day, and one that many believe will never be broken.

What was Bob's secret? 
His hair.

What was Bob's hair's secret? 
Bob Lunn used Dep for men. 

Because when your hair looks as good as the 18th green at Augusta National, you are the Master champion.

August 1969

the metamorph

As Dennis approached his Volkswagen, he noticed a pink note tucked underneath the windshield wiper. He plucked the piece of paper up and brought it closer to his face, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose to better read the handwriting on it.

Accidentally hit your car with my door by mistake and it left a little dent. It actually kind of looks like a dimple. I think it's cute!

-Kate
585-736-4573


Dennis surveyed the damage. Sure enough, clear as day, there was a noticeable dent a few inches below the right headlight.

He walked around to the front of his bug and took a step back. He looked at his car through the thick lenses of his glasses.

His car looked back at him with beady round headlights. 

Dennis continued to stare at the car. The sunlight reflecting off of the hood made him squint.

If cars could squint, the bug would have squinted from the sunlight reflecting off of the forehead beneath Dennis' receding hairline.

Dennis looked down at the note in his hand. He reread the seven digits scribed at the bottom. 

Dennis' mouth revealed a dimpled smirk. Sunlight glistened off of his retainer. He looked back up at his car.

The glistening metal bumper on his car smirked back at him encouragingly with its brand new dimple. 

nose means nose!

Introducing Consent, the newest fragrance from By George. 


A very pervasive persuasive fragrance for men.

For the man who is trying to get some.



Some sweet tender restraining order, that is.