I've never been to a Tupperware party, partly because I don't trust a product that specialises in
marital aids for sheep, and partly because there are only so many airtight plastic containers a baron and amateur philatelist needs. I like the concept, though: if Tupperware parties were two-chocolates-for-the-price-of-one parties, or bagpipe appliance purchasing parties, or turquoise long john parties, I'd be in like Finn. (Flynn? Pnin? Whoever it was who was in.)
While we're talking communal japes with a consumerist twist, cast your een over this fine proposition, clipped from my local paper:
Headlice removal
in your home! Discount for
groups of three or more! If this doesn't lead to the rise and rise of Friday evening delousing parties, complete with canapes, then I'll eat my gnat.
Headlice removal in your home! Discount for groups of three or more! If this doesn't lead to the rise and rise of Friday evening delousing parties, complete with canapes, then I'll eat my gnat.
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I'm sure all the folks in the 'burbs are gnattering about it as we... speak.
If cats have catteries, and bats sleep in batteries (as we've discussed before), I guess that gnats must live in gnatteries.
My grandma always says "in like Flynn," which I always assumed had something to do with Errol Flynn. It's probably unrelated, though.
Anyway, I think the delousing stuff looks like it might lead, ironically, to a lousy party. Har har har!
Haw, haw. Geddit? Lousy? And if it got too ragin', the neighbours might call the po-lice.
True, Ti-moth-y, true.
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