Wish never fails to entertain me. I haven’t bought anything from them in a while, cuz I really don’t want to possibly invite the COVID into my home via packages from China. I know that seems ridiculous, but I’ll eventually cave and start making purchases again.
This item won’t make it into my cart, though...
It’s not that I’m closed-minded. This just looks like some brokedown wannabe superhero that’s missed the mark. You know, like some grown 20-something hit his head too much and thought he was a superhero. His superhero name would be “Super Dick” (Richard J. Peters by day)—with his mouth where the hole is.
Meanwhile, I’m going to have to tell my husband to make up the spare room because apparently we can buy Matt Damon for $22.
I thought he’d at least go for $75. He’s selling himself at Ben Affleck prices. Sigh. Know your worth…
As a female in possession of a jay jay, I’m amazed at all the ads and story pitches I receive about… stank. It’s one of those head-scratchers for me. Because if there were ever an issue with private areas or fungus on the feet or whatever, I was raised to go get it handled.
I understand thoughts on this topic have historically been antiquated…
But I know if I have an issue I can figure things out. I also am educated on knowing what is a realistic “smell” and what isn’t. I don’t think any woman today thinks hers should really smell like a rose. Or chocolate cake. Or whatever. Or believes Lysol should be used like a perfume.
In an age of information we seem to be oddly incapable of using our brains. Which is probably the point…
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