At least that’s what I’ve been told.
Today’s winner comes from “Inhalant F. Cuticles”, pitching assorted prescription drugs. Not content with assuming that I suffer from erectile dysfunction badly enough that I would require not one, but two different impotence drugs, Mr. Cuticules also offers speed (in the form of ‘diet pills’), anti-depressants (I suppose that if one is in bad enough shape to require two different kinds of erection pills, anti-depressants would not be out of order), plus, as a bonus, Valium and Xanax, the latter to presumably assuage my worries about the possible side-effects of the noxious drug cocktail that’s on offer.
Perhaps the most interesting part though, was the dime-store philosophy that sandwiched the meat of the offer:
Hello, chief :)
Old men are dangerous: it doesn’t matter to them what is going to happen to the world.
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The light shines in the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.
My God, these folks don’t know how to love — that’s why they love so easily.
It’s almost like opening a fortune cookie.
Everybody's copying Dr. Bronner's.
Everybody's copying Dr. Bronner's soap.
Cool! Blog-comment Exquisite Corpse! Um ...
"Everybody's copying Dr. Bronner's soap," she whispered furtively.
"Everybody's copying Dr. Bronner's soap," she whispered furtively, as she slipped away into the long dark cloak of dusk.