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I don’t have an Instant Pot….
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But if I did, I’d definitely want a steam belching creature perched on the top.
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Adult popsicles?
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I’m totally down with that.
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Bubble wrap wine wings? Why not.
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Okay. Now this is right up my alley.
Screaming ‘Release the kraken!’ in the kitchen will now make perfect sense.
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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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After a very enjoyable respite from Ball Wash ads, I thought the end of ridiculous product advertisements on my Facebook feed was in sight.
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But I was wrong.
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So very wrong.
Big Bang Ball Hammocks.
What did I do to deserve these?
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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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It seems there’s no end to the ridiculous things you can buy for your pet.
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A privacy screen?
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Cats are a lot of things… smart, manipulative, stealthy, lovable. But the one thing they’re not? Easily embarrassed by bodily functions.
Does Lord Dudley Mountcatten need a privacy screen to hide behind while doing his business?
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You be the judge.
Cats. They have no shame.
Moving on….
Lots of people tell me I need to add perches to my windows… and while that might seem like a good idea?
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Over the kitchen sink has got to be the stupidest placement ever.
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This next product must have been invented by a moron. Seriously….
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If I left that on the counter? His Lordship would be sliding those levers to the left every chance he got.
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Whatever happened to plop plop fizz fizz… or snap crackle and pop? These days it seems like it’s all ball wash or dead hoohaas.
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My Whoopee is right where it needs to be thank you very much.
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They did not just say that!
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Good grief, do they even prescribe that anymore?
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Here’s hoping your hoohaa is in good health and not in need of such products.
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I saw this ad a while back and knew I had to try it.
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I mean really, how could I resist?
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Though despite the name, I won’t be rubbing it on my bum.
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I have no earthly idea what cupuacu butter is….
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But the fact that the cream is actually pronounced ‘boom boom’… makes it worth the risk.
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I’m not loving or flaunting what I’ve got. Nope. Not for years, there’s just too much of it now.
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But this stuff is rich, delightfully creamy and smells absolutely fabulous. The scent is almost strong enough to wear as a light perfume. And if the guarana wants to tighten my thighs? Who am I to argue.
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If it could do something about my hot flashing red cheeks? I’d buy it by the barrel.
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I have a cat, therefor I am inundated with stupid cat product advertisements.
This week?
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Cat capped aviators may look stupid, but at least they’re well read.
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I am not yet at the time of life where I need to sit on a donut. And a smiling cat donut? I hope I’m never there…
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For the love of all that’s holy, no. I can’t think of a more horrifying, undignified, soul sucking experience to force upon your feline than a taco costume.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten agrees…. and will shred any human who comes near him with that abomination.
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I can honestly say I will never need a Russian pickle puff.
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But I suppose it’s good to know they exist all the same.
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Shark slippers? I’m sure they’re great for scaring the crap out of sand crabs, but no.
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Do I need to drink my cocktails out of a bird’s ass?
I most assuredly do not.
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And if I don’t need a bird ass cocktail delivery system? I certainly don’t need an egg laying one. Trust me, this will not relieve my stress.
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