When I was younger, I worked in a pharmacy. One day I was inventorying the hair products when I saw something that haunts me to this day.
An innocent-looking plastic bag with fourteen letters that gave me nightmares.
HENNA ‘N’ PLACENTA
I gotta ask. Who was the sick bastard who looked at a placenta and said to himself (because it HAD to be a man), “I wonder what would happen if I rubbed this on my head?”
I suspect it was someone French. It HAD to have been someone related to the first person to think of eating snails.