This is the picture I took whilst dickin' around bored.
I went to some creepy indoor flea market type thing, and this lady had the biggest collection of ancient douche's I've ever come across. You could say I was like the Indiana Jones of Twat-care. I clearly struck oil with this one, a whisper of musk for your whispering eye? GOLD.
Me and my brother we're just in the corner with this pile of boxes o' douche having our daily moment of pure immaturity, when the lady selling them starts screaming at us "NO PICTURES! last time kids we're in here taking pictures over there, they we're scoping the place out to break in and STEAL MY THINGS".
I am so certain that me and my brother we're not even TRYING to plan a douche-heist. Especially douche's that are from the 60's at the latest, and are a DOLLAR a box to boot. What am I going to do with a box of old douche besides snicker at it and post a photo of it on tumblr? NOTHING. That's goddamn what..
It's not like she had anything else of valuable worth either, really. On the left (the dingy looking blue and white striped boxes) we're musty boxes of tampons left over from when this lady hit menopause in the Mesozoic era and I'm very confident that they we're so old they we're made of beaver pelts and wheat.
So after the crazy menstrual-witch chased me and my camera away from her booth, I decided to just go buy 2$ worth of incense from the guy who was selling incense and incense accessories. Oh, and quality "vintage" porno. (meaning it's from the late 40's and not every page is stuck together)
And that's how my day was today. The End :3