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Ladies, Polly had a little midlife crisis/psychotic break last month. First wrinkle. Okay, I had "laugh lines" around my mouth for years, but those don't count. No, I got a wrinkle. A bitter,crusty old lady type wrinkle jutting from my upper lip. I considered Botox but reconsidered after discovering a.) it involved having needles plunged into my face, and b.) Health insurance wouldn't cover it -even though Botox is considerably cheaper than psychotherapy- but whatever. The fact that Botox contains a deadly bacteria that has been known to kill people was of no concern. Hey! Did I mention we are talking about a serious bitter, crusty old lady wrinkle here?
Anyhoo, went to my local Sam's Club where I purchased a tube of this.
Can I tell you? The stuff is fabulous! Wrinkle? What wrinkle? Gone Sister! Plus my skin is soft and smooth as a (human) baby's behind. If you pursue this method of anti-aging, be warned, all unworthy skin cells will literally fall off your face. For a day or two I was actually molting.
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