Now, I don’t know about you, but I generally like my butterface underwear models to not look as if they are hiding a surgical scar beneath their cleverly located scarf. With a jaw line that looks like the sure marker of a Y chromosome lurking beneath a terrible dye job, I find myself left only with the feeling of dread that I’ll sprout an Adam’s apple and an inch of dark roots as I stand vulnerable in a pair of pink granny panties packaged inside. I understand that “high fashion” underwear companies don’t have a lot of money to hire Doutzen Kroes to make kitten eyes at the camera, but I don’t know a lot of women that aspire to ladyboy status.
Also, this creature appeared in a coworker’s noodle soup. She had already eaten half by the time the bugger floated, juice-drained and legs splayed, to the top of the whole soupy mess. The restaurant’s response: “We know that there’s cockroaches. What do you want us to do about it?” Oh, China.
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See I’d imagine they would say with a perfectly straight face “It is supposed to be there. Enhances fertility.”
Posted by Mary | July 14, 2009, 8:16 amAdds a little protein?
Posted by HonestGuv (Twitter) | July 16, 2009, 1:44 amwow…I hope that you friend who had that missfortune is ok.
I would hate for something similar to happen to me.
much regards.
Posted by hellothere | July 16, 2009, 3:25 amwow…I hope that you friend who had that missfortune is ok.
I would hate for something similar to happen to me.
much regards.
Posted by hellothere | July 16, 2009, 3:25 am