Saturday, January 24, 2009
"Here's your tampon, Shirley."
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.


13 Comments:

What man among us doesn't enjoy a fruity tasting beer as we soak in a bubble bath and listen to Enya?

Blogger lp said...

ok... i have to ask... where do you work? your life sounds like some louisville version of clerks or something.

Blogger Tits McGee said...

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.

Blogger Al Sensu said...

The tampon would certainly be helpful because that's what he was going to buy for his girlfriend after he got her the beer.

Blogger Johnny Yen said...

Well, you showed that you were a good sport by not informing the customer that it was actually a douche.

Blogger Ubermilf said...

ÜberElder believes they are called "tampoons."

Blogger Ubermilf said...

ÜberElder believes they are called "tampoons."

Blogger foundinidaho said...

I'm too tough to drink fruit flavored beers and I'm really quite feminine. You should have slapped him.

Blogger Dan said...

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.

Blogger Ian McGibboney said...

Well, that explains why when I'm with a girl and order a hard cider, we spontaneously swap sexes. I was wondering about that.

Blogger Christina RN LMT said...

You should ask 'em for their man card along with their I.D., but don't give it back.

Blogger Scarlet Hip said...

Stop calling me Shirley.


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