D: D: D:

[aesc]

There is not enough WTF in the world for this.


Before there was Summer's Eve, there was...



Again I say: D: D: D:

I mean seriously, anything that strongly suggests you use rubber gloves while applying it to various surfaces should probably not be put inside you. For all I know, Lysol might be a great feminine hygeine product, but still, what's next? Shaving your legs with a straight razor? *cringes*

And then there's this, which makes me so so happy I'm alive right now:



Just... no. No thank you. I like to think the woman's thinking, "Vitamins, and also the fact that soon I will kill you, bury you with quicklime, and run off to Tijuana."

I'll be over here now, doing... something.

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[aesc.livejournal.com]

Well, perhaps subtle as a bag of hammers instead of a bag of bricks, at least in some ways... One of the things I deeply, deeply hate is the "girl, you can be whatever you want! Just make sure you have a boyfriend/get married eventually" message. I got that a lot in school, and it still irks me, especially when it comes around to the sly wink and "So, aesc, you're working on your dissertation and doing what you love, but... is there a BOY in your life?"

*annoyed face*