Reader Mail: Ed Hardy Literature
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This afternoon at my local gym I stumbled onto an unmarked scrotal crime scene.
Having finished my half-hour on the elliptical machine, I stepped off to grab a paper towel and douse it with disinfectant to remove my sweatiness from the equipment. That’s when I saw it – on the ground next to the machine was an Ed Hardy pamphlet/catalog of some kind.
I didn’t dare touch it. Bot so much for fear of infection, but more because I didn’t want any of the three other gym attendees thinking I was in anyway associated with the pamphlet.
I suppose I can’t assume that a douche was browsing through the latest poo-splattered togs from E. Hardy while attending to his compensatory body-building, but I also can’t not assume that. Because, if true, that’s a new level of douchedom. Not to mention that leaving your cardio reading material lying around the gym is just rude.
– Caruso
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Read the signs, Caruso, and all will be revealed. Invasion of the Booty Snatchers is happening, one Ed Hardy piece of cultural travesty at a time.
