Max Factor, Go to Hell

I forgot to write this post a while back. Bascially, Max Factor and F'ing K-Mart can kiss my brass. I went to that craphole looking for black/brown lash-whateveritscalled *4* times, and each time it was out of stock and I felt like I needed to take a shower just walking in there. Max Factor is now dead to me. DEAD! And I was his biggest fan. That's what you get for pulling your brand out of reasonable outlets, you moron! So I have taken my business elsewhere. Now, I am ashamed to say that my new mascara pick isn't very smugal; It's Prescriptives Lash Envy. $18. Ladies: Fabulous, thick lashes. Superlong. No smuding or running. Kodak-commercial proof. Washes off well. Best of all, no black flecks that fall down your face or stick to your sink like F-ING MAX FACTOR'S or Queen Latifah's. But there is a smugal caveat: you can get a sample at the counter to try it out before you buy. Go do it. I'm serious.