It's been a while since I've read French, but I think even with a translator this would make no sense. And anyway, I prefer the mystery of being able to go, "WTF?!" From what I can put together, this thing allows you to tan everywhere, including where the sun don't shine!
Prove Liberace was gay? I guess the white cape, rhinestone-encrusted white baby grand piano, and subtle flamboyance (that's a joke) wasn't adequate. (Oh, and crazy?
I find the concept of donning pajamas and cuddling with strangers far creepier than the idea of hooking up with one stranger. (Not that I would do that, oh heavens, no!) Would you ever get into PJs, follow elaborate "no inappropriate touching" rules, and cuddle with a bunch of strangers?
There's nothing better than something trying to be serious that is so dumb you have to laugh in its face. Take Law & Order: SVU. The folks at
Videogum found a hilarious clip from a recent show about an exotic animal smuggling ring that smuggles gibbons into the country in order to make chopsticks out of them.
Yeeeaah. This is a great idea.
Meet the piggy bank of your nightmares. This burping face bank accepts your coins with its moving lips, and follows you with its motion-sensitive eyes. I wonder if it tries to kill you when you withdraw your money early.
You guys lost me at "men's premium brassiere."
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Not that everything's perfect now, but holy freaking crap! Let's just draw a woman's hot body, decapitate her, and add on the product we're selling where her head used to be (in this case, Hostess Sno-Balls), and continue our sexist ad in the writing below, because the picture doesn't quite say enough! (I'm suddenly having a craving for a well-stacked, cream-filled leggy Sno-Ball!
I'm not sure if you're supposed to spell "mask" in the French style, but there's something about Rejuvenique that makes me feel like I can do anything! Like, say, put on a Jason mask, forehead flashing, and sit in front of the fire in my silk PJs reading a home decor magazine. I wonder if Rejuvenique comes with an ice pick and a "riek, riek!"
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