My neighbor--the good one, not the mope who tried to kill me with plastic explosives this weekend--went shopping with her 12-year-old daughter yesterday, and they stopped at the perfume counter. Mom tries a sample, likes the effect, but the print is too small for her to read, so she asks her daughter what it is.
Daughter reads the label. "It's Demonstratione" she says.
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God that sounds like a blonde joke something fierce.
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