TTOM? ... TMI!

Old friends are the best friends, I always say.

And I oughtta know. My oldest friend has been visiting me monthly since 1973.

(You do the math. Yeah. I was 10 when it all started. Bummer).

My next-to-oldest friend, Citizen Jane, graced me with a ladies' companion worth keeping only some twenty years later.

It's so durable, I've carried the same one ever since.

Yep, I am talking about none other than Vinnie's Tampon Case, the sassiest feminine product ever promoted by a smart-aleck, all-male, tattooed, unshaven motor mechanic.

Name's Angel. Vinnie Angel. And you could bet if he drank martinis, he wouldn't care if they were shaken or stirred. Long as they were heavy proof.

So anyways, speaking of heavy, Vinnie's line of products has proven indispensable for a girl such as I.

Unfortunately, seems the one pictured above, the model I carry, has been, um, discontinued.

All good things must come to an end.

But the basic mechanics of this little item, to say nothing of its sleek lines and je ne sais quois, have made me a happier camper five days out of thirty, for lo these past ten years.

I thought the whole world should know.

Whether you wanted to or not.

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