We pimp Tupperware, that's what.
Just when you think you know yourself, you do something so shocking to your sensibilities that it makes you question your very reality.
I am in the Tupperware Mafia.
To be honest, I didn't so much join the Tupperware sales team as I was "beat in," to use a phrase common amongst teen street gangs. You see, Jeremy's mother is sort of the local Tupperware Don. She thought it was something I should do, seeing that I stopped working to be a stay-at-home mother and all. When the Tupper-Don makes up her mind about something you can't really question it. You just get to peddling that Tupperware... or else.
So yeah, I am seeing what I can do with it online but that is about the extent of it for now. I wanted to make my personal Tupperware website all funny, but apparently that is a no-no. (Hey, I was just going to put up a picture of Violet with the caption: "Tupperware stole my baby and said they will only give her back if you buy $500 worth of merchandise!" Hahaha, I thought it was funny.)
If any of you within the scope of this blog are in the market for the space-saving, shelf-organizing power that is Tupperware then please do buy it using this link. I promise to not buy crack with any of the profits!
And, sadly, this sort of kills the taunt I made especially for Jeremy: "Yo' Mama sells Tupperware!" The joke is on me, huh? Good thing I can laugh at myself.
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