So, I heard the weirdest radio commercial this morning.
A bunch of women were talking about making a little extra money, and how their moms used to do Tupperware parties, but "that's So 1980's."
Tasers!
Let's have a taser party!
And I'm like, Holy-wha . . . ?
o.O
I mean, hey, protecting yourself is excellent. If you want to do it with a taser, fine. But a taser-PARTY? I mean, really??
I can just see a group of cute young ladies in polka-dot dresses, sitting in a kitchen with a teal or avocado-green fridge, ooh-ing and ah-ing over some lovely little . . . tasers.
I mean, hey, protecting yourself is excellent. If you want to do it with a taser, fine. But a taser-PARTY? I mean, really??
I can just see a group of cute young ladies in polka-dot dresses, sitting in a kitchen with a teal or avocado-green fridge, ooh-ing and ah-ing over some lovely little . . . tasers.
Behold, the Brave New World.
What the heck.