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It’s official…. I’ve seen everything now.

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Apologies to my male readers, but this really needs to be shared.

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Kegel exercises have now gone digital.

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Yes, you read that correctly.

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Video games for your pelvic floor. And thanks to me, you’ll never look at a joystick the same way again.

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Easy to follow directions are helpful.

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But the reviews are a complete riot.

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Almost worth the Hell I’ll have to pay for clicking on them.

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Now I totally want to make my significant other fly across the room.

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Ha!

Women rule, no doubt about it.

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Crazy cat lady checking in.

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Yes, after posting one cute Dudley Mountcatten picture…. Facebook has decided that I need to see all the ridiculous things cat owners purchase while genuflecting before the altar of their furry diety.

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No.

I’m sorry, but I feel absolutely no need to cuddle a stuffed cat log. Although, they would make an interesting club to whack the husband with when he gets out of line.

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Oh no, Hell no.

While I did chortle over the plethora of Bernie in his quintessentially New England winter attire memes, I have no desire for a personalized cat version on my wall.

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Hmm. Dead rodent door knocker? Only if it comes in a red squirrel version…

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I’ve plugged a lot of things into my computer, but never a tuna.

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This has got to be the most bizarre cat toy ever.

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And while I have to admit plugging a fish into my computer does hold a certain attraction….

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I think it’s safe to say the minute that fish started flapping Lord Dudley would run for the hills.

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But damn, look how joyful it made this particular feline.

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Should we further contemplate why this cat is so deliriously happy to have a vibrating tuna on his lap?

I think not.

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I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyway.

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I clicked on the video.

But in my defense…. how could I not? It had a talking ass that wasn’t a politician. That’s a rare thing these days.

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I knew it would be bad, I knew! But I clicked on it anyway… and boy, I wasn’t wrong.

There were directions.

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And the aforementioned chatty butt holes.

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(Who dreams up these things?)

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They were quite explicit about where the offending odors originate.

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But by the time I reached this part of the video?

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I had to turn it off. With the knowledge that I’ve doomed myself to a slew of bizarre Facebook ads for months to come.

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Catapalooza.

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The crazy cat lady Facebook algorithm is in full swing.

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Does my furniture require cat feet stockings?

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It most definitely does not.

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That goes the same for my feet….

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And my lips.

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Cat ear beret? Okay, I admit I could almost see myself wearing that.

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Is it me, or does this cat look like he’s plotting his owner’s slow and painful dismemberment?

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Unisex? On what planet….

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But there.

At least they got something right.

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They keep on coming.

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Because the ball wash ads weren’t bad enough.

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Now I’m seeing this on my Facebook feed.

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Butt incense and polite bacteria?

Sorry, I find them both rude.

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Oh, look. Bright colors and assorted flavors.

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My privates do indeed go everywhere I go (except my uterus which I left at the hospital 5 years ago) but they will continue to go without butt incense for the foreseeable future.

Of this I’m sure.

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