It’s the botox machine!

Ha ha talking of botox this was funny as well. Stories like this are fairly common in Cape Town it would seem.

Botox has to be one of the most amusing things I have seen recently. At the shops a while ago I saw this dirty little rich mom crossing the road to the shopping centre. She was there in all her Botox blitzed glory. Her hair extensions waving gently in the breeze, her Dior sunglasses shimmering in the warm afternoon sun, her Louis Vuitton bag holding the kitchen sink, her pink Motorola V3 Pratley puttied to her falsely shaped ear and her…Mother of the Lord is that a smile!? As she was crossing the road I thought she must be really happy but as she got closer I realized she was on the phone talking to someone. Actually she was reprimanding this person so I wondered how she could be smiling. But then I realized it was the Botox that had made her face so tight and expressionless that she had a permanent smile. Then as she crossed the street she dropped her bag and started muttering “Ag shit, dammit!” I realized she was not as pissed off at her bag dropping as she was at the fact that she could not pick it up again. I think they must have botoxed her stomach or her ass because she could not bend over to pick it up again. Or maybe she had just had another tummy tuck. Or she was wearing jeans that are meant to fit a 16 year old, and the slightest wrong move would rip them to shreds. I just sat there asking myself “Who the fuck marries someone like this?” You may as well marry one of those robot dogs and a blow up doll. Because between those two you will have married something that is just as expressionless and mechanical as your Botox wife and the doll and the dog can’t max out your Amex black card.