My Google Reader alerted me to this fine product this morning: Chicken Poop Lip Balm. Really. Follow the link and you can buy your own tube of it.
Now, my eldest has a challenge with chapped lips, so maybe I can take some of what Sophia and ZsuZsu are excreting daily and put it to better use than simply tumbling it into the compost bin.
Oh wait, there in bright blue at the bottom of the product page it says "THIS PRODUCT CONTAINS NO POOP!!"
All is not lost though, I've at least got a good story to share with my daughter when her own lips are cracked:
The Name....Chicken Poop comes from Jamie’s goofy grandpa replying to her complaint of having dry lips. He’d say, “I know how to fix those dry lips, I’ll rub some chicken poop on ‘em so you won’t be lickin’ ‘em.” Brilliant, don’t you think?
I thought if you were reporting this, it had to be true. So thankful it is a joke. Yuk!
Well, it's not *quite* a joke, as this is a real product. Er... I...ahem...actually own a tube of this. Yes, I really do. I haven't tried it yet, but when I saw it a couple months ago at the venerable Merz Apothecary here in Chicago (Google it, 'cause I'm too tired to HTML) and one of the sales people said it was his favorite lip balm, I had to get a tube.
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