Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Rubber Bawlls at my Fingatips


Check out this gem. I can’t believe it’s finally happened. “You got balls anti-stress balls”. Those stupid stress balls always reminded me of real bawlls, howeva, this is genius. I ordered a pair and I’ve squooshed those bawlls every day since they arrived. Squoosh Squoosh Squoosh. I literally turn into a zombie, sittin’ there, eyes closed, squooshin’ my squishy little fake bawlls for hours.
Note to the manufacturer: I’m sorry, but this is a terrible name for your product. I guess you’re alludin’ to the stressed out power suit on the front. I get it. But you don’t have to be so literal. Have some fun with it. It could be the stress ball scrotum, stress-tesicles, even. I tell ya Deb, I’m in the wrong business.

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