This green tube arrived in the mail with no warning last week.

It's as if these faceless gray corporate marketing people have crawled inside my head, painted the walls a matte red, decorated solely with Pottery Barn furntiure and knick knacks, and have started spawning faceless gray children to crawl about in my synapses. Why do these fuckers know what I like? Why? And why do I love their marketing so?


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