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After the visiting the first Duluth Trading Post to open in the state of Maine a while back, I admit I wasn’t impressed. Turns out I am even less impressed with their product descriptions online.
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Even if true, that’s lazy marketing.
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Tactical soap? It must be going to war with your armpits…
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One roll of toilet paper in a box does not a kit make.
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That’s a bridge too far. Bitchin’ is about the only thing I do well these days.
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Most of the time my Facebook ads get it wrong.
I don’t need ball wash soap or help with a bigger orgasm. I also don’t need ball hammock underwear, yet the hits just keep on coming. The latest is Halloween themed… and so very, very wrong.
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Do I need to see Frankenstein gettin’ his freak on? I most certainly do not.
But every once in a while, the algorithm hits a bit closer to the mark.
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And horrible grammatical translation aside, at least this one includes alcohol….with undertones of barn bar which we all know is near and dear to my heart.
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I’m sorry, but this ad made me laugh.
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The kissy face emojis are a little over the top, but whatever.
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So much to unpack here.
Exclusive female happiness? Sorry fellas, I think you’re redundant.
An orgasm that can provide 3-5 days to the world? Now that’s an impressive O.
Long standby. Does that means it hovers in the corner waiting until it’s needed again? A bit creepy, but okay.
And finally, We rest 50% today… that baby must provide one heck of a workout.
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I haven’t clicked on a ball wash or nut sack ad in months. Honest!
So even though turn about is fair play, I was less than thrilled to see these female centric ads pop up on my Facebook feed today.
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I just took a screenshot. No way am I clicking on that.
Or this…
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Is this better than ball hammocks?
I honestly don’t know anymore.
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Sometimes you see things that are just…. wrong.
And that’s what I saw the other day. A product that’s beyond wrong and well on its way to horrifying.
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For the love of all that’s holy, no.
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Ack!
Who in their right mind would purchase this abomination?
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I’m going to have nightmares about this, I just know it.
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Do I need to research Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s family tree?
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I do not. But kudos to the marketing genius who came up with this. I’m sure they’re making a fortune.
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I do happen to be a Rolling Stones fan, RIP Charlie Watts, but that’s a big no on the lips and tongue bottle of whiskey.
And on further examination? It’s a good thing I don’t want to add one to the man cave bar.
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65,000 euro? Holy guacamole Batman… that’s a seriously pricey sip!
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I don’t need this…
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But I won’t judge you if it’s something you want to try.
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Who am I kidding? That sounds disgusting. And don’t even think about wiping your hands on my guest towels after you apply it.
I will hurt you.
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Good grief. Along with all the other parts of my body that are sagging…. now I have to worry about droopy gums?
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Does lip temperature change?
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Mood lipstick of the 90’s? Hell… I’m old enough to remember mood rings from the 70’s.
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I had to laugh at this advertisement the other day.
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Interesting? Yes.
More attractive? Probably not.
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But I can think of quite a few people who deserve this home baked treat.
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I certainly don’t, but maybe some of you might…
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Who’s going to order these? Fess up, I know someone will.
But please, don’t post pictures.
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I love a good roast beef sandwich as much as the next girl…. but soaking in beef juice bubbles? Hard pass.
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I don’t wish I could wear those outside. Nope. Not one little bit.
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If you’re that one friend? Please unfollow me immediately.
*gag*
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Because I know I don’t.
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Lately the man cave/Barn Mahal has been our money sucking box….
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But I agree, that one is much creepier.
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Okay, I admit a yodeling pickle might be a nice screaming goat accompaniment at our bar… but I restrained myself from ordering one.
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Yeah. I can do without that as well.
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Sorry, but there’s not a board game on earth that would make me want to eat my husband’s Uncle Donny.
Nope.
Not happening.
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