At the risk of abusing my power (ha) as the sole female writer at The Tanooki, I just had to post this.
Now, I’m not the type of person that lets much get to them. I can read the Rotten files for days, scour the papers for news of of famine and plague, look unflinchingly in the face of death and pestilence without once questioning the meaning of it all. I even worked briefly at a slaughterhouse. But this? Picture me in a downpour, pounding my fist into the cold wet asphalt, screaming “Why God, WHYYYYY?”
Obviously, this product was somehow well received, as its already sold out. If it wasn’t, you could purchase it for 8 bucks. Who knew a little Pokemon blood diaper could make the Internet go crazy. Now please excuse me while I go vomit.
