Last Updated on: 3rd January 2016, 08:10 pm
Brother Brad unexpectedly dropped this into my inbox this afternoon. Guest posts like these are always welcomed, especially on days like today where I spend a bunch of the afternoon getting the newly cracked pipe under our kitchen sink fixed and then cleaning up after it.
If ever you get the urge to send us something, our contact info lives here. The rules are the same as they’ve always been.
1. Nobody’s fixing your writing. It goes up as is unless we need to jigger your formatting or somesuch.
2. There’s no guarantee that you won’t be made fun of. Nowadays this tends to be a much safer place than it used to be, but nothing lasts forever and it only takes 1 person to get that ball rolling.
With that out of the way, I’ll turn you over to Brad and go check on my meatloaf.
Being as Steve seems to be in a complaining mood today, and what I am about to tell you is super obnoxious, I think it’ll fit with today’s theme quite nicely.
Have you heard the commercials for that No! No! Hair removal system? Most importantly the radio one? I hope you have, because I can’t find it to put up here. In case you haven’t, it starts with a guy introducing someone who I believe must be famous who apparently uses the thing. She comes on and says, “Hey gals, I love talking about my No No.” Is it just me, or does this sound like the segue to some sort of snatch ‘n Match conversation? I don’t know about the rest of you, but every time I hear that that’s the first thing I think of. Go ahead and tell me I’m weird, I know that, we established it years ago.
According to the commercial I did find from TV this thing uses thermacon technology, whatever the hell that is, to heat away the hair. Correct me if I’m wrong, but wouldn’t a match or lighter do that too? Either way, it doesn’t sound terribly appealing.
Is it really that much trouble to run a razor over whatever you want shaved? Can it really be so bad that you would think, hey, I think I’ll maul my nether regions with this heat-emitting missile wand? I don’t know, maybe it is.
While you contemplate this, I’ll sit back and wait for the lawsuits to start rolling in when some idiot mistakes it for their vibrator and gets it lodged in their birth canal.
Now, go and enjoy your lunch, everybody.
