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.
God that sounds like a blonde joke something fierce.
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