Now, you've all seen them there commercials for Hairball Essence, where some nymphomaniac with a follicle fetish washes her waterfall whipping tresses with the Special Shampoo and it induces a screaming orgasm.
But I just seen a new one that puzzles me somewhat.
It features that Nicole Skirtlifter off've The Pussyflap Trolls in a tiny toilet on train (or a plane. Pretty sure it's a train though).
Now, there is a distinct lack of natural waterfalls in a small confined cubicle, let alone showerage. Heck, usually the steel bogbowl is crammed full of shitty sheets creating a blockage, so you can't even drop yer barnet in the bog for a "flush rinse".
So clearly, Lewis Hamilton's on-off bed bucket is not washing her hair with Hairball Essences - unless she had an emergency merkin crisis, and had to peel off her quimcurtain for a handwash in the sink.
But surely handwashing your velcro twat toupée wouldn't give you a screaming orgasm. Unless Nic's Hole Shitsinger really loves washing her snatch syrup.
No, quite clearly she's using shampoo as some labial lubricant for a slick clit flick, bringing herself off on a train full of commuters and screaming as she's coming round the mountain.
Or something.
I know sex sells, but I'm not buying shampoo just because it compels you to wank impulsively in public transportation toilets.
But surely handwashing your velcro twat toupée wouldn't give you a screaming orgasm. Unless Nic's Hole Shitsinger really loves washing her snatch syrup.
No, quite clearly she's using shampoo as some labial lubricant for a slick clit flick, bringing herself off on a train full of commuters and screaming as she's coming round the mountain.
Or something.
I know sex sells, but I'm not buying shampoo just because it compels you to wank impulsively in public transportation toilets.
