MiddleFingerMom is CONVINCED that this is the result of the offshoring of the producton of goods.
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Oh... YOU'RE funny on all sorts of levels.
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For those of you who STILL don't know, finger cots look like tiny condoms and are used medically for
things that might not require a full glove -- e.g. applying topical medications, administering suppositories
or a digital rectal exam.
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I had been invited to a college "arts party" (that turned out to be one of the coolest college parties I
ever attended. Sculptors, painters, musicians, actors, videographers, performance artists, poets, etc
were going to display their talents. I had been chosen to portray a non-speaking role as "The Doctor"
in a Charles Bukowski play. On the way to the party, I decided I was going to pad my role and be
"memorable" without speaking a word. I stopped at a drug store for a latex glove -- I was supposed
to shake the main character's hand... I planned on looking at the "forgotten" glove I was wearing in
disgust and shake something off it (after the handshake), apologizing to the main character.
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I found finger cots -- ALL THE BETTER. They sold them separately, so I got 3 or 4 and took them up
to the busy check-out counter. I tossed them on the counter and started going through my pockets
for my money. The 18-ish-year-old clerk looked at them as if she were the Queen of England and
someone in her vicinity had passed some awful gas. She looked at me. She looked at them. She
looked at me. She looked at them. People behind me started giggling.
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I finally THRUST my money at her and said, "Could you hurry up, PLEASE? I've got a REALLY hot
date tonight."
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The place exploded.
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She took my money between two fingers and laid my change on the counter at full arms-length.
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roll through the same gutter. I have gotten more humor mileage out of finger cots than the law allows. I also developed a penis exercise kit and a penis tampon for use when my ex had that time of month. He had no sense of humor-that is why he is ex. Some folks just gotta live the art....
Stop, your killing me.
