But not this much.
Who in god’s name would pay $45 to play monopoly on a board if the only upgrades are property names like (I’m not kidding) Rue de Toilette, Scrub-a-Way, and Curl-de-Sac? WTF?
That said, every time I pass a Sephora I have to talk myself out of ducking in to spritz myself with Gucci Envy For Men, which happens to be sex in a bottle. I’ve almost bought it three times in the last month.
Oh I love the Gucci Envy for Men. An ex wore it… um. Anyway. I was really worried about Sam on Top Chef tonight. What a nail biter!
Ha, same on the Envy situation. I smell it and I think sex. I mean, you know, happy thoughts.
I wasn’t too worried about Sam. He’s too much sexypants for the producers to let him go so soon. Also, once I saw all the adolescent girls come running over, I knew that team would be safe. Girls will vote with their raging fat camp pubescent hormones. I would. If it’s all nasty diet food anyway…
I’m still, as always, a fan of Obsession for Men.
… wait I take that back. I meant to say … I’m obsessed with men. Slight difference.
FBC: HA! Ever so, but important all the same!
Envy for Men you say…