A while ago I wrote The Spot, in which our hero is transformed into our heroine by video magic into a woman and whisked to an exotic locale simply by opening a bottle of the sopnsor's dish soap. Of course he learns to like it and lives happily ever after in women's clothes.
Imagine my surprise when I saw this in the detergent aisle of the supermarket. I have to wonder if it would work for me if I started using the stuff.
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Dawn?
Why not?
It's worth a try! ;-D
Red MacDonald
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The green ones take you to New Zealand Springs, the purple to the Mediterranean.
Does the orange one take you
Does the orange one take you to Brooklyn?
I'll get a life when it's proven and substantiated to be better than what I'm currently experiencing.
Can't be
Can't be
..it doesn't smell like inferiority and toxic waste.
(not a Trump joke, just a Brooklyn joke).
I'm told STFU more times in a day than most people get told in a lifetime