Thanks to The Nephew, we learn about this new service via the digital wonderland. Now you can tell someone you passed along a crotch cricket or worse and, the best part is, it's anonymous.
Really puts the casual in casual encounter, doesn't it? And this is just the thing that sets a social conservative's hair on fire; the casual anonymity, the shirking of responsibility when relative strangers (as opposed to strange relatives) have a slippery good time and then just walk away, without the vomiting and tears that plague Bible-bumping Republicans.
But there's a cavalier attitude to this card that even I see as a bit blase, considering the subject matter.
"I spewed my microbe-laden bodily fuids into your vulnerable intimate areas. Oops. Gotta run!"
Christ, that's not even an apology. At least the faceless dude in the first panel has the decency to be mildly embarrassed.
Unless that's a rash.
But, seeing an opening (if you will), I'm quick to jump into what could be a real money-maker.
So, if you've given someone a pantload of woe recently and feel an itch to confess, you might want to consider one of these Dark Planet Cards:
I could do these all day, but I have to go back to work. Feel free to write your own in the comments section if you're so inclined.
And Hallmark? Call me.