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This has been one of those weeks where even Hunter S. Thompson couldn't come up with the right horrific turn of phrase for it so I'm not going to even try. So, with my asbestos suit double checked and my sense of pride and self worth safely tucked away in a cabinet, here we go.
So I'll start with a question.
I work for a large drug company that just came out with a new adaptation of the strips that melt on your tongue that taste like 20 altoids all at once that is a mister. So you can spritz yourself about 20 times and feel minty fresh for about a week and still have about 100 doses left easy. Joycore or borecore? |
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