OK, now I’m really, really enjoying what it means to be a mature woman. I’m living the dream! I mean, look at all I have to look forward to: saggy breasts, unattractive, flabby skin on my throat, on my tummy AND under my arms, not to even mention whatever’s hanging off my ass. Why, I couldn’t be more pleased to grow old in such an insultingly nauseating way.
Oh, but hey now: yam cream stops all that from happening! Wow, hooray for yam cream! But wait: Why can’t I save myself $9.99, plus S/H, and just whip up a batch of yam cream right in my very own kitchen? First, I’ll get me some yams:
Oh, but hey now: yam cream stops all that from happening! Wow, hooray for yam cream! But wait: Why can’t I save myself $9.99, plus S/H, and just whip up a batch of yam cream right in my very own kitchen? First, I’ll get me some yams:
I’ll mash ‘em up, then simply apply to my batwings, my saggy knees and all those other sinking, flabby, droopy, floppy, lassitudinous, pendulous, slouchy, wilting parts of my body.
Honest to frigging God, would you ever expect a man to fall for this bullshit?
4 comments:
Could you also please add the label "batwings" to this post so that I can search your blog more easily in the future?
Is that what those labels do? Sheesh.
Yam cream, can you eat it!!! Oh no rub it on your body. Yeah , OK, then go out and attract those flys!!! How attractive is that. Unbelievable what they try to sell to us. How about a cream to market to men for their sagging spots, lets see what could we call that one???
How about a cream to make them disappear?
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