Friends, buddies, readers, pals, we are in the throes of a massive mental migration. The brains are seeping out of the ears of our fellow female citizens. They are doing unbelievable things and Auntie Karen can only step aside – watch out for the brains on the sidewalk – and shake her head.
Auntie Karen read about this, but could NOT believe it, so she checked out the website. Regrettably, it’s real.
Are they flipping nuts?
Doesn’t the logo, complete with oozing stuff from between the legs of the model, inspire you to run out and buy some of this?
This product – Passion Dust – is a capsule that you insert into your hooha and it dissolves into candy flavored glitter. There’s SUGAR in this product. Sugar, plus hooha equals…(say it with Auntie Karen, y’all) the most gawdawful breeding ground for an infection there is.
Glitter? Yeah, Auntie Karen wants to put glitter there. That wouldn’t hurt or anything. Ever do a craft project with glitter? Auntie Karen has and there was glitter everywhere for months.
Auntie Karen has an opinion. She thinks that if she was a guy and had the choice of getting glitter up his urethra or going without, she thinks she would choose celibacy. But, hey, she’s had UTIs so she knows how painful they can be. But she is also not a guy, so they may not care. A little somethin’ somethin’ up front might be deemed worth the pain.
Gynecologists have warned women not to use this product. The company (Auntie Karen refuses to link to those idiots) has come out with a response to the gynecological warning. Something along the line of – that’s just an opinion. It’s your body. Do what you want.
Why glitter when you can just toupee?
Wigs for your nether regions.
See what Auntie Karen means about the world and brains?