I know. That's as redundant as like "Amy Winehouse Does More Drugs" or something. (Wait... what?) I can almost appreciate that American Apparel is inching ever closer to becoming a full-fledged adult superstore now that they're selling "magic wands."
You know! For working those kinks of out your neck. Or out of your vagina. During your next American Apparel board meeting, where I'm sure Dov Charney suggested (and by suggested, I mean "lightly forced") his female staff to test out the vibes in front of him while he watched, and by watched, I mean "jerked off while not wearing any pants." Which, at AA HQ, is probably also known as "Tuesday."
Still, none of this explains why they sell Sharpies.
No comments:
Post a Comment