lol [on my] ass

I actually amaze myself at how I'm more-often-than-you-think caught off guard by the silly things marketed to people. A few days ago I got this small catalog of aerie (American Eagle's female underwear line). First of all, how the hell did American Eagle find me? I have only made one purchase there (for the world's most fabulous shirts that they do not make anymore, and more than a year later, only one is left unstained or unmarred in some way...sigh...). Today I finally opened the thing curious to see what it was all about. I flip through it and it feels eerily kiddie pornographic. These models do not look like they are over 18 but they are prancing around in tiny cotton underwear. Not that I would buy their stuff anyway, but the models aren't appealing to me (I don't have a dick, remember?).

I would have just recycled the thing and not said a damn thing if it weren't for the product on pages 31-32. It's too ridiculous to describe. You have to see it for yourself. Okay, day of the week underpants is kind of cute (if you're under ten), but why on earth would anyone want goofy internet lingo tattoo on their ass?