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Sunday, November 30, 2014Greetings Laff Lovers,
Here is an innovation I can get behind; an American start-up has created a product that will enable women to personalize their body odors; specifically their vaginas. Do you want your vagina to smell like a peach? Apparently they can do that! Austen Heinz and Gilad Gome have developed a probiotic supplement called Sweet Peach that will allow women to alter the smell of their hoo-ha's.
It is brilliant, and coincidentally an idea I came up with in Laff-a-Day about 5 years ago. I should sue them for intellectual property infringement. But maybe a better idea would be to invest with them!
In addition to my marketing savvy and experience (not that it would take much...the marketing practically writes itself), I would be brilliant at product development. I already have a number of ideas.
In addition to Peach, following would be the scents available in the product roll-out:
-New Leather
-Pipe Tobacco
-Sawdust
-Fresh-Cut Grass
-Potpourri
-Licorice
-Pumpkin Spice
-Hot, Buttered Popcorn
-Sloppy Joes
Can you imagine getting ready to "go downtown" and being greeted with the heady aroma of hot, buttered popcorn or mouth-watering sloppy joes? What better way to put you in the mood for a little munching?
Orally,
TZ
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GopherArchives"A new study claims that New York State drinking water contains dozens of pharmaceutical drugs. A spokesperson for New York state said that pharmaceutical drugs in the drinking water are not dangerous unless your erection lasts for more than four hours." -Conan O'Brien
A woman called her husband at work and told him that there was a bad leak in the kitchen. He told her to call the plumber and have it fixed.
A few hours later he gave her a call and asked, "Has the plumber come yet?"
She replied, "Not yet, but I have him breathing hard."
Women are just like orange juice cartons. Its not the shape or the size that matters, or even how sweet the juice is. It's all about getting those fucking flaps open.
A hot shot East Coast newspaper reporter was on assignment in Arkansas, when he struck up a conversation with a young lady in a bar. After a half dozen drinks, he suggested they get their own bottle and retire to his motel room, and she readily agreed.
"Say, how old are you anyway?" the reporter asked as the obviously young lass was disrobing.
"Thirteen," she replied with a shy smile.
"Thirteen? My God, girl! You get those clothes back on at once and get the hell outta here! 13? You are crazy!" he thundered.
Pausing briefly at the door, the perplexed nymphet smiled and said, "Superstitious, huh?"