You ever just have one of those mornings where you wake up in your bathroom after getting cut like Fortinbras from your Ultimate Frisbee team, surrounded by an even ratio of empty beer to shampoo bottles, smelling like a wasted angel? And for some reason you’ve carefully unfurled the toilet paper, written poetry on it, and then rolled it back up again? And it isn’t so much your bathroom as it is your neighbour’s with the really similar floor plan, and boy is she scared and the cops are on their way? Oh, it’ll happen, and god help you if you don’t have the warm embrace of a microblog when it does.
The point is, these things exist now, and I guess we’re all stuck with them:
Natural rose hips
Delicate, voluptuous
Herbal Essences
The reach of children
Relieves contact with redness
In one easy step
Damage therapy
Nourishes the essential
Restores self-esteem
For external use
It’s the Axe Effect, baby
Avoid eye contact
A radiant shine
Imported solar yellow
Daily expressions
Wild strawberry
Extract your satisfaction
A sweet scented treat
Naturally pure
A clean, simple, friendly mind
Never desired
Deep, beautiful roots
Organic botanicals
The fresh water life
The doctor questions
Irritation, scalp itch, flakes
Get medical help
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