Tuesday, August 14, 2007

For Another Day

I had in mind to explore the meaning behind an advertisement I saw in one of those liberal artsy fartsy magazines that we think Loki orders in our names. (Actually, I think they get sent to Jason because of his name being all out there with the freelancing stuff.)

Now, please, really, stop reading right now if girl stuff grosses you out. Really. I'm serious. Close your eyes as you click away from here.

Shove the monitor to the floor! Throw your laptop across the room!

Okay, it was one of those ads for vaginal rejuvenation. That doesn't puzzle me. What puzzled me was this service: Vaginal Weight Training.

Oh my God! Can you imagine the Google search hits I'll be getting now? Ick.

But I'm too tired to get into a research project on the subject. We'll save it for another day.

Well, Thor might be comfortable, but this vaginal weight training idea is making me squirm.


Margo said...

vaginal weight training?! Oh no!! Here come the mental pictures... Gross.

Saphyre Rose said...

WORK those kegels!