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Ladies…

Is the man in your life a bit too smug about his looks? Would you like to take him down a peg or two?

Did he forget to put the cap back on the toothpaste or do something else as equally annoying? Are you hoping to teach him a lesson?

Are you an evil succubus who likes to bring about pain and torture?

If any of the above describes you or your situation, have I got the perfect gift for you…

Neutrogena for Men Skin Clearing Shave Cream!

What is it, you ask?

In short, it is pure concentrated evil. It will destroy your man’s face.

Destroy it.

Annihilate it.

Make it cry for its mommy.

It will make the skin on your man’s face literally scream out in pain. Neighbors will be able to hear it. They’ll say, “Either Tom and Amy are skinning a goat inside their home, or Amy bought Tom some of that Neutrogena shave cream.”

And then the two neighbors will laugh before the husband catches his reflection in a mirror and sees the damage left behind after his wife had given him Neutrogena for Men Skin Clearing Shave Cream several years earlier. His wife will see a tear slowly start to roll down his cheek and she’ll say, “That’s what you get for forgetting to bring home milk from the grocery store.”

You’re probably asking yourself:

“How on earth can I get my husband/boyfriend to use this stuff if it’s so evil?”

Well, that’s the beauty of it. It looks perfectly normal and innocent. Plus, apparently evil corporations such as Neutrogena have wonderfully evil advertising executives working for them.

The packaging for this product boasts that it “fights razor bumps and minimizes ingrown hairs.” Neutrogena’s website says the shave cream’s formula of “glycerin and moisturizers form a protective barrier between your face and razor to minimize irritation and provide a great shave.”

But I assure you that these are lies.

Dirty, dirty lies.

If it does prevent ingrown hairs, it’s only because the hairs — as well as several layers of skin — are hacked away in a bloody mess by the razor. And I don’t know what glycerin really does, but based on using this product I can assure you it doesn’t provide a protective barrier between your face and your razor. On the countrary, I believe glycerin very well may enhance the razor’s sharpness and turn it into medieval torture device.

“I’m sold! Where can I find this horrible, horrible product?”

Everywhere! Neutrogena for Men Skin Clearing Shave Cream is sold at Wal-Mart, Target, Walgreens, and pretty much any other place that offers more than a few brands of shaving products for sell. You’d think finding such an evil product would be difficult, but I assure you it’s not.

Well, what are you waiting for? Go get it!

And if you REALLY want to teach him a lesson, hide his after-shave balm and replace it with a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

Supposedly, women find a man who cries endearing. So, in a way, this gift will make your man more attractive. And honestly, what better gift can you give a guy than that?

You’re welcome, fellas.

News of My Death Has Been Greatly Exaggerated
August 18, 2009
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Despite my lack of blog updates this month, I am still quite alive. I know many (ha!) of you were worried, but you may take solace in the knowledge that if I ever DO die you won’t be left wondering — you will hear all about it on the news.

I’m thinking a headline along the lines of “Awesome Man Dies While Saving Thousands” or “Nation Weeps After Death of Awesome Man” or “Jennifer Connelly Mourns the Death of New, Awesome Husband.”

Anyway, I’m still here. I just haven’t had much to blog about lately.

Well, I mean I DO have lots to blog about. I just don’t have anything HUMOROUS to blog about. And this IS a humor site, right? Right? No, seriously, I’m asking. It’s been so long since I blogged that I don’t remember.

To those genuinely interested and not just here to be entertained, I’m doing well. Work is good. Family is good. I’m making great progress on those “goals” I kept blogging about last month. I’m not certain anything will come of them once I reach them, but that’s okay. I’m bettering myself and enjoying the journey immensely. When I get to the other side, I’ll be a better man and ready to take the world by storm.

I’ve been lax the last few days, but I AM supplying tiny nuggets of comedic genius on my Twitter page several times a day. Have you signed up and followed me yet? No? Well, that’s just silliness on your part. Just look at some of the gems you’ve missed the last few weeks:

Is Pauly Shore on Twitter? In case I’m ever on trial, I’d like to get my insanity defense ready. Following him should do the trick.

I just squished a spider crawling on my wall. At least now no one can say I have no artwork in my office.

Yahoo headline: “Kevin Federline’s weight gain shocks fans.” You know what I find shocking? That Kevin Federline has any fans.

I think Dane Cook or Ashton Kutcher should play the Joker in the next Batman movie. Why? Oh, I have my reasons. (insert evil laugh)

I’ve studied the film & I believe the reason Elmer Fudd couldn’t kill Bugs Bunny is due to a traumatic childhood experience involving Peeps.

I’m now up to 44 (Twitter) followers! I’m so pleased. This must be how Ferdinand Magellan felt after he did whatever it was he did.

It’s rained on and off all day. Methinks someone in Heaven is trying to figure out a mystery light switch in a golden hallway.

What did people do before bottled water? Our water cooler is empty and people are starting to panic and cry. Can you drink tears?

I have mushrooms growing in my yard. It must be my lucky day. I was going to buy mushrooms at the grocery store later.

I loathe meetings, but I love napping. I’m so conflicted.

Ugh. I have a meeting at ten o’clock. I hope Bill Clinton comes in and rescues me.

“I don’t wanna work. I wanna bang on the drum all day.” I don’t get this song. Who would want to bang on a drum all day? It’s stupid.

First Transformers, now G.I. Joe. I hope a female Hollywood producer doesn’t get the bright idea to bring back Rainbow Brite.

Wal-Mart and Miley Cyrus have joined forces? I’m no historian, but isn’t this how World War Two began?

Calvin Klein should create a “New Car Smell” fragrance for vehicles. Febreze Air Freshener is okay, but it just isn’t classy enough.

Gold, right? Yes, yes I know.

Okay, that’s all I have for now. Comments are still encouraged, by the way. After all, “A comment a day keeps the Grim Reaper away.” So, best to leave me lots of comments, people. You wouldn’t want my death to be on your hands, right?

Right?