(Let’s Get) Physical: Products to Help Restore My Quality of Life

Relax. Just do it. *mumble mumble* Get through it. Wait… what? 

Hay, y’all. Hay.

Well, I’ve visited a doctor since I had a car accident about a week ago, and have realized my tendency to downplay my ailments and injuries probably isn’t the best practice. I’m still having some strain in my back and shoulders, and while thugging it out has its strong points (because thugs don’t take pills on a regular schedule!), I’ll need more than the meds that I (am not really) taking to get back to that 98 1/2% that I’m usually in. For me, that means expanding my worlds to new horizons.

I’ve been prescribed physical therapy, and I start today. The doctor describes it as a way for me to rebuild my muscles and learn to strengthen and condition them in case some other mess happens to me for my general well-being, but I’ve always seen it as a place where folks get all into my nooks and crannies while throwing medicine balls at me. I’ve watched WAY too much television in my time, but y’all already knew that, right?At this point, I’m willing to try anything once, because these back cramps are not what’s lukewarm in the boulevards. This brings me to the lesson of the day.

Until I’m back into the completely functional mess that I am, I’ll need the help of a few products to get me there. As you all know from previous posts, I’m a huge infomercial head. In this time of, well, I don’t know what to call everything that’s been coursing through my head these days, but in order to lighten my mood, I’ve decided on some products that you may have seen on TV to get me through:

1-The Gopher:
First off, it’s sold by Billy Mays. BILLY! MAYS! Based on the star power alone, I’d buy it. Although we miss him in the ad world (which I am not a part of), his memory lives on in spots such as this. Filled with gems such as “handy helper,” “squeeze and retrieve,” and “suction action,” Mays lives up to the title I gave him as the “hardest working man in infomercials.” Look at the Gopher in action: it can pick up a five pound can of sugar! Five pounds! I’d be able to do so much with that, without further inflaming my core. Plus, with my purchase I get another one, and a magna gopher! I’m in!
Sidenote: What’s the extra one for? In case you drop your regular one? Gopher my Gopher, Gopher! Okay, I’m done. On to the next one.

2- The Ready Reacher
I often drop things I can’t reach, voiceover lady. And, much like your (hopefully paid) actor, I will act like it’s the end of the world, also! I’ve got some wallslides for such occasions, but as I probably should hold off on sliding all willy nilly, the Ready Reacher may be a likely alternative, if I can’t get my three Gophers and a mule. Anthony Sullivan yells of the power of the “super sticky goo pad,” a phrase that I can’t mutter, yet alone yell, without giggling like a deranged kindergartener from Disney’s “Recess.” What this product has over the Gopher, I feel, is the stealth value. I won’t have to bedazzle it like the Gopher to match all of my good outfits, and it’s so tiny, I can slip it in my pocketbook until I’m good and darn ready to use it!

3- Easy Feet
One of the things I’ve been lamenting is how laborious it is for me to touch my toes. Before I try, I have to make a list of why I need to now as opposed to doing it later, and sometimes, I just send my toes a postcard that says, “hey, y’all. let’s catch up sometime!” With Easy Feet, I can catch up with them WAY more often, bringing balance and harmony back to my body. On the outside, it looks like that foot thing that comes with the Body Snake, but as enthusiastic announcer lady says, it’s SO much more! It cleans the top and bottom of feet, between your toes, and provides a rejuvenating massage. I believe in Easy Feet’s power to change the way I bathe. The shot at the end, with the lady in the super luxe bubble bath, scrubbling away with her Easy Feet, may have given me an asmertack. Hey, body. Let’s focus on one ailment at a time, please.

4- Pajama Jeans
This one’s been making its rounds for a while, so I’ll keep it short. I like comfort, but I also like to be ready to go at a moment’s notice. With all of the pain and  heartache that goes behind dressing once, belts, snaps, and all, I feel that pajama jeans are the most logical next step to alleviating it. They work on 4 out of 5 models (hey, isn’t that like the dentist bit? What happened to the fifth person– nutella?). I can wear them while using my Pedi Pistol and be fully enlightened as an infomercial extremist. Seriously speaking:  comfy material + stylish exterior = happy Beez. It’s not calculus.

Too bad I haven’t seen a Skymall catalog lately. I’m sure I could build a house from the comfort of my couch with something outta that.

I’ve been mighty appreciative of all the love sent my way, and though I realize the seriousness of an injury like this, I need this space to shed by brand of optimism on an otherwise quite sucky experience altogether. Thanks for laughing with (and at) me and my shenanigans time and time again, and now the question:

If any of your body parts were out of commission, and you had limited usage, what products could you use to regain daily function? 

Love y’all like Jamba Juice loves to smell like orange pith.

(not too hard–I’m sensitive!) Hugs and Sprinkles,

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You’re Cut Off: The Buck Stops Here (For Now)

I’ll start by saying this: TV is a life ruiner. It ruins lives.

I didn’t have a television my first year and a half in college. Didn’t really care so much, either. Once I moved into my own apartment, I had it and cable for a while. Cable (and that nifty DVR thingy) proved to be too much for me to handle, especially with an ever-increasing course load.

Fast forward about 3 years, and now, I’ve been watching more TV. Specifically, this “reality” bewl they put out on the Viacom networks. I will say the only reason I’ve gotten into it, though, is because of Twitter. Live-tweeting makes the mundane that much more bearable. If not for Twitter and the hilarious people I follow and interact with, I’d have no reason to watch Fantasia sweating bullets while trudging through Green Eggs and Ham for the 50th time.

The latest show I caught on VH1 was completely by accident. You’re Cut Off! (yep, with the exclamation point and all, begins with a “grand” set up. Tell a bunch of spoiled people who have no respect for the world around them that they get a chance to be featured on a TV show showing off their “lavish lifestyles.” Take them on a shopping spree, where everyone’s card miraculously declines, and send them to a shoddy guest services kiosk. Then, send them to a room where they learn from their new “life coach”, where we start to learn more about the “princesses,” and my dwarfy names for them:

Amber “Blondie”- From Savannah, GA. Spent her trust fund on cars and clothes. Took a semester off from school to catch up on shopping. Looks like Kirstie Alley. Enabler: Dad.

Chrissy “Browsie”- From Los Angeles, and lazy as crap. Goal in life is to be married three times, just because she wants awesome weddings each time. Wants an engagement ring of at least $300,000. Shops all day and refuses to carry nothing more than her purse. Her eyebrows are the portal to evil. Enabler: Grandma, who in the confrontation video, said she was “ackin’ lahk uh d*mn foo'”. I’m inclined to agree.

Courtnee “Snore-zee”- From Charlotte, NC. She’s not saying she’s a gold digger… but, well, you know the rest. Apparently is the Charlotte’s version of a socialite. She’s been in local magazines and ERRTHING! Not much else I could say about her, mostly because she kinda bores me. Enablers: Parents, who in true fashion, ponder how their princess became such an, um.. princess. 😐

Erica “Spacey”- From Houston, TX. Apparently, she’s been on The Bachelor. Never seen it, not starting. Has a tiara collection and a plastic surgeon dad who gives her half a milli in treatments per year. Has a personal astrologer (who FAILS if she didn’t know this show was in the works. Just saying.), and a tendency to sound COMPLETELY FREAKIN’ STONED AT ALL TIMES. Enabler- PlastiSurgDad, and mom (I think). Shames my name like no other…

Gia “Trout Mouf-ey” From Sherman Oaks, CA. Takes pride in the fact that she’s never changed her OWN KID’S diaper or woken up in the middle of the night to feed her baby, because she needs her beauty sleep. Her hookah probably has more priority than her baby and husband, who hires nannies and maids that help her deal with her “rough life.” Main concern is herself, her looks, and her lavish lifestyle. Pretty darn despicable, and I don’t like her fish mouth. Enabler: Husband, who wants her to see the light, and take a family portrait (or something)

Jacqueline “Tearsy”- She cries a lot. Places a lot of emphasis on looks and their place in dating.  Feels that she “deserves” what she has because she’s pretty. Got a Chanel bag at five, and has gotten everything she’s wanted since. Surprisingly the first one to show any kind of concern for others. Enablers: Family, who’s sick of supporting her party girl  lifestyle (might don’t make it.)

Jessica “Winehouse-y”- From the Jersey Shore. Probably could just drop the mic and walk away after this. Looks like Amy Winehouse if she were still in her right mind. Enablers: Parents, who also turned a spare bedroom into another walk-in closet for her and her legions of stuff.

Leanne “Wiggsy”- Another from Sherman Oaks. Her hairline bugs me, and makes me itch. Didn’t like the color of her Mercedes, so she got a brand new Ferrari, which she crashed two weeks later. Enabler: Her dad. Poor fella.

Pamela “Sketchy”- New Yorker. Supposedly “works on Wall Street, doing finance” and can support herself. Family’s sick of her demands, and the fact that she upgraded herself from princess to queen status without consultation. The house thinks she’s some sort of prostitute… Enablers: Family.

Laura Baron- the poor, unfortunate soul with the task of making these shells feel something for someone other than themselves, realize the value of money, and actually start contributing to society and their own upkeep. She is a professional life coach (seriously, though, how do I get one of those gigs? Put me on.), and has dealt with people from all walks of life. My prayers are with her as she tries to whip this bunch.

The best part of the show, however, are the quotables… I’m telling you, these deluded folk really think they’re something! Here’s another sampling:

  • They didn’t know wine came in a box, and furthermore, couldn’t figure out how to get the wine from the bag in the box. One girl muses “I’m used to popping bottles, not popping boxes!” 
  • Erica, bringing up her (failed astrologer again)- “I don’t need a life coach, I already have an astrologer!
  • “You wish you looked like me having a kid and married at my age.” <— all one sentence. lots of neck-rolling. 
  • Constant reminders of what they have at home, and how, once this is over, they’ll get even more stuff. 
  • Ridiculous comments about maids. 
  • “These people out here on the streets addicted to drugs are the problem. We are not hazards!” (o_O)

My goodness, just watch. Wednesdays at 8/7C on VH1. If you catch me on the Twitter, we can even chat about it, when I’m not holding my tummy and rolling around laughing.

Do you know anyone with this kind of “princess complex?” How do you deal with these people?

Love and Sprinkles, ‘

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The Pedi Pistol: FUH’ WHAT?!

Hello lovely people! Again, please excuse my home. I’m working on being a work in progress, and I’m not finished yet. Like the old song says, “We gonna pitch a wing ding!” What does that have to do with anything? Carrying on…

I think I’ve become a little cranky with all of the changes in life going on: starting grad school in a little over a week, really buckling down on the job hunt, and contemplating bigger things to come. Not to mention, I’ve been trying to learn web design so I can get my “Trading Places” on and spruce up the place. So far, I’ve been failing, and in need of a “Dummies” book. Who has one that’s being currently used as a coaster? Come on, I’m good for it.

As many of you know, because of my late night/early morning schedule, I’m an avid infomercial watcher. Mainly because it’s the only thing that’s on, but also because of the guaranteed silliness that’s sure to come from watching one of these doozies. You know how you get some products that just make absolutely no sense, especially in the way that they’re trying to sell it to you, Well, this week, I present to you the Pedi Pistol:

What’s wrong with this picture? Let’s discuss.

  • “Bending over for a pedicure is tough on your back!” What’s with the opening lines making us sound lazy beyond belief? Gives me flashbacks to the Body Snake.
  • Who uses a home pedicure system… on ALREADY PEDICURED NAILS? We see your press-ons, Miss Lee, and we ain’t pleased.
  • Did that scene of the de-callousing of that same scaly heel make anyone else lose their *insert meal here*?
  • The “extra long arm” used in order to ensure one doesn’t have to bend over… just gives me the creeps. Something ’bout it just doesn’t sit well with my spirit.
  • This thing has too many interchangeable heads. What does it remind me of?
  • Testimonial from a “pregnant” lady. Of course. “After I blowup-tuated and couldn’t see mah feets, this thing with the purty handle let me shape my nails.” One question, though: How’d you get the polish on afterward?
  • “Bad back” testimonial. Again, how can you do the pedicure with no nail polish? I didn’t see the brush attachment in the 5heads setup.
  • “Other” electronic pedicure tools are over $200? Really? In what world? Fuh’ what? *clenches jaw*
  • I love the part when they start bargaining with us. We were gonna sell it for $39.99, but no one brought it then, so now, it’s $9.99, as our gift to you! It’s almost as if they can hear me going, “Nawl, I’m not buying unless you send me some NowLaters, some Red Hot Riplets, and a case of Rainbow juices with it!”
  • Another gratuitous heel filing. Eww.
Considering what this “tool” does, couldn’t we just attach the business end of an emery board to the tip of an electric screwdriver, and make your own Pedi-Pistol? Doesn’t it hurt? I feel like anything spinning fast enough and applied to your feets will result in the hot foots. I’m not willing to take the risk to find out if I’d be proven wrong, though. I may lose a toe. An important toe.
So, dear friends, would you consider this purchase if you haven’t already bought it? I mean, you do buy one and get one free for only $19.99. Do visions of callous-less heels dance in your heads when it’s time to buff? What is the real purpose of this thing? Would you use it on your already perfectly sculpted French manicured, press-on toenails?
Lather, rinse, load the Pedi Pistol.

Hugs and sprinkles,
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Sesame Street is Over the Hill. Let’s Celebrate!

This past week, one of my favorite childhood shows turned 40. I feel some kind of way about calling it my favorite childhood show, because I’m still known to curl up with a bowl of cereal and my Snuggie *raise the roof!*, and become immersed in tunes sung by Muppets. I’m sure you all knew of my, ahem, slight obsession with “The Street” if you read my Flashback Friday posts outlining favorite songs, or even my analysis on why Ernie was,is, and forever will be the WORST ROOMMATE OF ALL TIME… of ALL TIME! *kanye shrug* All I’m saying is, ever since I can remember, Sesame Street’s always been a part of my life.

All over the interwebs, people have scrambled to find their favorite clips in order to pay tribute to the show that celebrated diversity, uniqueness, and just being YOURSELF. Luckily, for me, most of mine are already favorited on YouTube, and are even suggested to me, like Little Chrissy and the AlphaBeats. Who can forget the soulful muppet with the energy of Little Richard? I personally loved his hit “Wet or Dry”- doesn’t it remind you of something our favorite Thrillermaker made?

Google has raised the bar higher and higher with their tributes for every occasion. I had paid attention to this in the past, but I really got interested after the MJ birthday tribute logo they did this past summer, found here. Below, you’ll see a collection of their Sesame Street tributes:
The legs that began it all.

Resident grouch, reporting for duty. How many of you knew Oscar was orange during the first season?

I think they love to hate each other.

This red, furry nuisance killed the Sesame Street of my youth!

Nom nom nom has made itself into my everyday speech. #YahCookie

Count vonCount? Original gangster.

This is Kami, a character on Takalani Sesame (South Africa). She was introduced in 2002 as an HIV-positive muppet to introduce South African children to the concept of sadness and loss of a loved one.

Ahh, the ensemble cast, including Abby Cadabby, the new kid on the block. Wow!

And who can forget the lessons? What didn’t we learn from Sesame Street? Because of this show, I was reading good, real good, by the time I was 2. I also learned about world issues, and even what went on in other kids’ backyards. I learned about emotions from John John, whose fro’ game is slaying us 20 something odd years later. Grover’s shenanigans prepared me for life in the service industry. Sesame Street also illustrated the “harder” concepts, such as death. Who still doesn’t miss Mr. Hooper to this day?

I still cry at that clip. And also, who can remember Ms. Patti caterwauling the Alphabet Song, or even this love song to her “X?”

Sesame Street has continuously featured a diverse cast, including Bob the Square (who I swore was the brother of Mr. Rogers) and Linda, the first regular deaf character on television. Let’s also not forget Savion Glover’s appearances on the show; he tapped his way into my heart back then, and hasn’t left yet. Le rawr.

Classic moments: Making Snuffy appear to everyone, Slimey, the celebrity cameos, Big Bird’s home destroyed (by the way, didn’t everything happen to that precocious, forever five year old bird?

Anyway, all I can say to the Sesame Workshop (formerly Children’s Television Workshop) and Viewers Like You is THANK YOU!! You’ve provided a lifetime of memories for this Midwestern girl, whose access to the actual Sesame Street was limited, but you always made me feel like I was right in your backyard. Because of you (and your characters who never grow up), I, too, can be forever in preschool! The lessons, the stories, the songs and dances, I will pass on to future generations. You have no idea of the imprint you’ve left in my heart and mind.


So, you all, now that you’ve seen my tribute, what are some of your favorite Sesame Street memories? If you’re from another country, could you do me a favor and tell me some of the shows you watched if Sesame Street or its counterparts weren’t available to you?

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Back with a Real Gem!!

Hi all,

I’ve been up to my usual brand of shenanigans, but you know how I have the tendency to find some of the most random products ever? If not, you’re definitely in for a treat. After watching, my mouth was left agape, in a “Did I just SEE this? With my own eyes?” kind of moment. Well, I present to you: Big Top Cupcake!!

Go on, I’ll let you recover.

By far, this is one of the silliest things I’ve seen. A “cupcake” that’s (boom, shakes screen) 25 times bigger than a normal cupcake?!? Most of the time when we make cupcakes, it’s for one of these reasons:
*So you don’t have to cut a big a*s cake.
*So you don’t have to frost a big a*s cake.
*So you don’t have to have a big a*s cake that looks like a cupcake in disguise.

I mean, seriously… If I want to make a big cake, I will, just not under the guise of a super huge (shakes screen) cupcake, with filling!! Notice how the kids look so ho-hum at the sight of the normal cupcake, but once Big Top Cupcake shakes their world, they’re good to go? The little girl even *Homer drools* at the sight of that thing. Also, do you see how awkwardly big those slices are? that’s like asking for a tip on a chicken wing and getting a turkey drumstick. And we wonder why we’re so big!!

But wait, there’s more! You can switch up the flavors on the pieces, and even with the special filling creator, you can fill your cake with pudding, custard, ice cream, or dareIsayit, MORE FROSTING! *squeeeee!!!*

Has anyone out there tried this? How exactly do the 3-D cookie cutters work? They look like poorly constructed paper dolls. I seriously hope that you all got a good laugh out of this, as I have.

Yours in Laughter,

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Can’t Keep a Good Beez Down…

I’ve been spending all this time not posting… that means that if I have something to say now, something good has to have happened, right?

Not really.

Still figuring out what’s next, and i have exactly 30 days to pack up the apartment I’ve lived in for 3 years in the midst. Some days, it feels like everything’s against me. I applied for 3 jobs one day, only to find 2 denials in my inbox the next… doesn’t take much time to get a “no,” eh? I know my brand of optimism is weird and rare these days, but I just hold on to the hope that one day, the one who says “yes” will be more than worth it. Guess the same could be said for men too, though I’m proud to admit I haven’t actively pursued that arena in the longest. Perhaps because I’ve been spending so much time figuring myself and my situation out– could you imagine being almost homeless, perpetually jobless, and in a relationship?!? The horrors of it all. *shudders*
Fetal Zombie Hoe = I am The Beez, Fool.

I did see the HP 6 movie, and I’m convinced that my eccentricities rival Luna Lovegood’s at times, but that’s another story for another day. In fact, my Whatever Wednesday this week was supposed to go to Warner Bros. There’s always the weekend though. Let’s just say there were a few parts that made me check my ticket stub to make sure I was in the right place.

Anyway, I just figured out it’s Friday, so that means I need to find something that I find entertaining from the past… What did I call it? Oh yeah– Flashback Friday. D’oh!

Before Sesame Street was inundated by the red terror known as Elmo (no last name- what is he, Cher or something?), it was filled with lots of catchy tunes, and even friendlier monsters. Monsters that weren’t jerks, except maybe Grover… but I loved him because he didn’t mean it. He was only trying to help the blue man. Anyway, some of the funnier ones.

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, the songs of Sesame Street.

*The spelling of this video is Heeee-larious: Classic Sesame Street – Take a Bweaff

*Cereal Girl- obvious parody here, but the dog was jamming!

*Aww schnap! The Monster in the Mirror (aka the “Wubba Wubba” song). Everybody who was anybody was in this celebrity version: Dwayne Wayne from a different world, Kid and Play, Ray Charles, Whoopi, the lady who played Murphy Brown, Robin Williams, Theo Huxtable, and The Simpsons! To be honest, I think I might’ve been in there somewhere too. Probably chillin’ with the Frugal Gourmet dude. Reason #53 for why Grover is awesomeness ^50.

*Do-Wop Hop- I still do the Kermit dance to this day. Why were the animals the best backup singers? The pig sisters, the cows, it was just a talented cast of Muppetry! Not to mention the serious air Kermie got on this 🙂

*Do De Rubber Duck- I’m not sure if I’d still be singing and dancing if the whole block ended up in my bathroom in scrub gear, but the song is still catchy nonetheless. In real life though, this makes me giggle.

Have a happy weekend, all!


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Free Chicken- Where do They Get it From?

Well, world, after seeing a rapid influx of chicken promotions from places besides Church’s (where you could ALWAYS get a meal that fed a family of 4 for 2 nights at $2.99), I am maybe one of the few that wonder- what chickens are they using? Where did they get so many from, to offer promotion after promotion? Most importantly, what are they putting in it to make people so darn crazy about it?!?

Exhibit A:

“You mean to tell me we can’t feed our kids?”
-Well, Beez sez with that 5 bucks you could get a pack of drumsticks from the store, season it to your own level of perfection, cook it yourself, buy some fruit for dessert, and still have change. Said children will still be fed– and they bet’ be happy.

Exhibit B:

“That’s false advertisement!”
“Two weeks ago they didn’t have the special either.”
“That’s ok, we’ll go to KFC!”

-I’m not an expert on media, but what did you notice about those videos? I mean, besides the horrible puns such as “crying fowl” and laughing reporters? Yeah, you saw it.

Exhibit 3 (yeah, I know I started with letters)

Note: No dignity necessary to redeem.

Alas, Beez got curious after an influx of facebook statuses to the effect of “Oprah shole’ got a big heart- she givin’ out free chicken, y’all!” , I stumbled upon this website, offering 2 pieces of fresh out the microwave grilled Kentucky Grilled Chicken, with two sides and a biscuit- a $3.99 value- take that Popeye’s! Y’all can’t even keep a tractor trailer in the back with chicken on ice- now the Colonel (R.I.P) has teamed with the most powerful force in the world, the Oprah (formerly known as Orpah) of Harpo Studios, who can rapidly change consumer habits, and “has the power to lay waste an entire industry with a mere utterance.”*

After deciding with the partner in crime (who will not be named due to Beez not getting her waiver out on time-blast!), that we would indeed taste and see if the chicken was grilled, and as a side note, good. The line was going pretty fast, but a woman who entered after us was more than excited for this deal. Among her shenanigans:
She asked a worker there, “Were y’all ready for this?”
Poor confused chicken boy: *shrugs shoulders*
Happy chicken lady: “Well, y’all shoulda been prepared! We ready to eat!”

As she got ready to order: “If you don’t have grilled chicken, I’ll take fried. I just want chicken!”

After our number was called, we bolted for the car, giggling like we stole something.

The verdict: Tastes baked. Or rotisseried. Whatever. It was free. Have fun!

In other news, I bought a Bible. Now I can learn how to be a work in progress (instead of just working on it.)

Next up: The cheap, cloned chicken theory (subtitled: How do you get such big pieces from Church’s for 50 cents?)
*Gin Rummy, The Boondocks

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Oh, We’re Gonna Have Fun with This One…

… as soon as I get rested. For preview’s sake, I introduce to some and reacquaint with others… The Body Snake!!

Random foot-jolly getting contraption free with purchase.

Edits- 3:00 p.m.

Now that I’ve gotten a full morning’s worth of sleep, I can now comment on the ridiculosity known as the Body Snake…

  • Do we have to mention that it’s “Made in America” so many times? As if France or Germany has a problem with people who can’t reach their own backs and feet. An overindulgence of indulgencies, if you will.
  • I’m sorry, but if I have to choose between getting this to wash my feet in the shower or losing weight, I’m dialing *sings* 1-800-*insert year* JENNY! Nuh-uh. I can’t do this. That’s why the guy in the shower was frustrated. He hasn’t seen his feet since Good Times was canceled.
  • The foot cleaner- straight creepy. Looks like your foot is doing something, well, *ahem* inappropriate. Foot washing should be neither fun nor convenient. Don’t bring innocent loofahs into your kinkiness.
  • Like the teacher from South Park who doesn’t trust anything that bleeds for days and doesn’t die, I’m not buying that water will pass through this conniption and never mold. Washcloths: mold. Carpets: mold. Furniture: mold. Natty locks: mold.* Small children left unkempt: mold.** I think you get the idea… that thing will mold, and for $25 too!

Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

*No offense to any of my locked brothers and sisters, just wanted to illustrate a point. If you keep yours clean and lovely, you are a lovely soul. :*)

**For moldy baby reference, click here.

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