I am a coupon clipper. I mean, I’m not one of those ladies you see standing in the bread aisle with a three-ring binder complete with an index of coupons using the Dewey Decimal System, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I usually have five to ten coupons stuffed in my purse for the things I most often buy.
Why pay full price for GoGurt, youknowwhaahsayin’? [throws signs]
Anyway, I encountered in the Post-Gazette this Sunday the creepiest coupon ad that ever did creep up my neck and make my skin crawl:
That’s weird, right?
Somewhere there is a pimp seriously thinking about buying this stuff in bulk, because adding “sex on demand, 24/7, no grogginess” to his list of services would just skyrocket his ho business.