You know how summa times you get those lashes in your eye that just won't come out no matter how much you rub and rub and rub and rub and before long you look like a 14 year old who hangs out at the mall with one eye all swelled up like racecar red . . . now imagine that happening when you go fascionz and have fly legs hanging off your little lids and I don't mean Will Smith fly, I mean Lord of the. What do we do on a rainy day? We kill all those little buggers bugging around VillaVulvaDiva, cut off their legs and glue them to our faces. It's hard being this productivity.
BabySkinGlove . . . because you can't afford anything else.
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