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Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Pore Me 

Yesterday, after I got out of work, I stopped by Brooks Pharmacy on the way home. I caved in and purchased a product that had intrigued me for a while: Bioré Strips®. Bioré Pore Perfect Deep Cleansing Strips®, to be exact. I was in search of the instant gratification that only a strip covered in dirt from your face can provide.

Right before I went to bed, I decided it was time to try out these magical strips. I looked at the instructions on the box, which told me to 1) Wet my nose and any other area where I might wish to put the strip 2) Wait 10-15 minutes for the stips to dry like Papier Mâchè (their words, not mine) and 3) Slowly remove the strip and be immediately satisfied by looking at all the junk that was lodged in your skin that you didn't know about (my words, not theirs). Step Two was going to be a problem, since I had just begun the process and Timmy was knocking on the door because he needed to get his laundry. It was impractical to leave him standing outside the door for 10-15 minutes, but I didn't really want to parade around in front of everyone with these strips on my face. I let him in, but he didn't look at me directly, so he didn't notice. I wandered out into the kitchen, still waiting for the strips to gain that papier mâchè-like quality. Fernald spotted me.

Fernald: Why are you wearing those?
Brian : They're Bioré Strips.
Fernald: I know what they are, but why are you wearing them.
Brian : I'm curious to see what they'll do.
Fernald: Are you going to put some cucumbers over your eyes now?

As much as Brendan mocked my choice of skin-care product, he was interested in the results as well. After 15 minutes, it felt like the stips were trying to pull my face off, so I decided to take them off instead. After I slowly pulled them off of my face, the results were everything I thought they could be. Fernald hesitantly made his way towards me, and I extended the used strip for his viewing pleasure. He did not gag, or even dry-heave, but I don't know if he'll be using them himself in the near future.

Today, you can listen to the worst prank call ever, followed up by the second worse prank call ever, during which the offender in the initial call tries to redeem himself but fails miserably. There is some slightly explicit language.

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