Friends, next time you drag yourself to the mall (and I suspect that you will be making several trips there in the coming weeks as there is no denying that the holiday season is upon us) I want you to pay close attention to one thing: the men sitting on the benches outside Victoria’s Secret.
Seriously, have you ever looked at them? Old, grey-haired men, not one of them under the age of 70. At first glance, your mind is telling your subconscious that they are sitting there waiting for their wives who are shopping for undies and bras. But peeps, ask yourselves this one questions: when is the last time you saw a 70-year-old woman shopping for lingerie in Victoria’s Secret? Ever seen a grey-haired lady in their catalog? Strutting the runway? Does such a woman even fit their demographic?
I submit to you this truth: those men who are sitting there, gazing longingly into the window of that store are not waiting for their wives. Not one of them has an electronic device in their hands to occupy their time while their wives shop, as you will see other men doing on all the other benches outside all the other stores in the mall. They aren’t like Mr. Penguin in my picture up there. They don’t look AWAY. They stare inside.
No, my friends. These men aren’t waiting for their wives. Or their girlfriends.
They are PERVERTS. There, I said it. And believe me, I KNOW.
(To be continued …)