I want to start hiding feminine products under the counter at work. That way when a grown man buys something like fruit infused Mich Ultra, especially Pomegranate-Raspberry, I can say "Here's your tampon, Shirley."
That's why this post is titled "Here's your tampon, Shirley." In case you were wondering.
That's why this post is titled "Here's your tampon, Shirley." In case you were wondering.
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What man among us doesn't enjoy a fruity tasting beer as we soak in a bubble bath and listen to Enya?
ok... i have to ask... where do you work? your life sounds like some louisville version of clerks or something.
I love you.
You'd have to be a real candy ass to buy Pomegranate-Raspberry beer. In addition to the tampon, they need a good old fashioned slap in the face.
The tampon would certainly be helpful because that's what he was going to buy for his girlfriend after he got her the beer.
Well, you showed that you were a good sport by not informing the customer that it was actually a douche.
ÜberElder believes they are called "tampoons."
ÜberElder believes they are called "tampoons."
I'm too tough to drink fruit flavored beers and I'm really quite feminine. You should have slapped him.
Back when I was a waiter, I used to want to do the same thing to any male who ordered a Chocolate Martini, or for that matter any of our bar's voluminous list of absurd Girl Drinks with the suffix "-tini" on them.
It took all my willpower not to explain to any man ordering a Cosmo that someone would be along to revoke his testicles shortly.
Well, that explains why when I'm with a girl and order a hard cider, we spontaneously swap sexes. I was wondering about that.
You should ask 'em for their man card along with their I.D., but don't give it back.
Stop calling me Shirley.
It had to be said...
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