A blonde walks into a pharmacy and asks the assistant for some bottom deodorant. The pharmacist, a little bemused, explains to the woman that they don't sell bottom deodorant, and never have. Unfazed. the

 

The pharmacist, a little bemused, explains to the woman that they don’t sell bottom deodorant and never have.

Unfazed, the blonde pulls a bottle of roll-on deodorant from her purse and says, “Then why does it say ‘for use on armpits, bottom, and sensitive areas’?”

The pharmacist takes the bottle and examines it. He sighs. “Ma’am, it says ‘for use on armpits, BOTTOM of feet, and sensitive areas.’”

The blonde’s eyes widen. “Ohhh! That makes more sense! No wonder it was so uncomfortable!”

The pharmacist, now deeply concerned, asks, “How long have you been using it… like that?”

The blonde shrugs. “A few weeks. I thought it was weird that it was so cold at first, but I just figured ‘beauty is pain!’”

The pharmacist blinks. “Ma’am, you’ve been rolling this on your—”

The blonde waves her hand. “Oh, don’t worry! I use a separate one for my face.”

The pharmacist faints.