When I was growing up, the two dirtiest words in the English language were "Victoria's Secret".
If a girl walked in there, it meant she was coming out with something painfully sexy. Like see a doctor if this lasts more than 9 hours sexy. It would have lace and frills and straps. It would be better than football - like if football games tasted like bacon.
But now? Half the shit that comes out of that store is less scandalous than a Tyler Perry movie.
I wrote before about how music has become watered down - but now even our porn has been infiltrated by granny panties and support bras.
I was looking through a Victoria's Secret catalog the other day (for research) and saw the word comfort.
Now they are worried about lingerie being comfortable?
Well smack my ass and call me Susan. And not in the good way.
Do you think this beard is comfortable? Hell no! But I know it makes the little phillies feel all tingly in their girly bits.
No, I suffer everyday with my face lingerie and now Victoria's Secret is worried about comfort.
I'll tell you what's not comfortable.
Having this thing for 9 hours.
Maybe I should see a doctor.