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.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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5 comments:
Nice Tupperware! People have told me that Tupperware along with Avon products are sold as a front. But in the seedy back wings, adult pleasure toys are sold to housewives. True or false? I'm not even trying to be funny.
Some people just don't get the haha. I call those people minus tens. Myself being a guru of funny.
I'll explain the whole system later on. Let's just say that it was developed during a very secret & important ceremony with my best gay friend, Richard, a hotel bathroom filled to the ceiling with bubbles and a few pina coladas.
Chelle, that sounds like an great and elaborate system. I'm a minimalist (also lazy), so my system goes more along the lines of: funny= doesn't suck, not funny= suck.
Self-Deprachaun, I'm not sure about the whole thing being a facade for something else. I'm still a new initiate so they don't tell me the secrets. I haven't even learned the special handshake yet. BUT, I will let you know!
Hmm, maybe you get a secret "back massager" with every purchase of $100 or more dollars? I've never understood why back massagers always seem to be phallic-shaped. Crazy, no?
Well, I liked your ideas.
I thought there were funny and awesome.
And I never knew the Tupperware mafia actually existed, I thought it was one of those fictions of T.V...
mehh
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