Originally published at Notes From The Bunker. You can comment here or there.
Sometimes, I cannot tell what’s real and what’s satire. I’m guessing this is…real?
I love that last sentence that all-but-implies that this thing is just a placebo for the easily freaked.
I’m guessing us Penile-Americans are left to fend for ourselves unless someone somewhere is working on The Emergency Jock. I’ll take my chances with fallout and WTC-dust rather than get caught in public somewhere huffing into my underwear.
ETA: It just occurred to me what the best part of this is – in a disaster, all the survivor chicks will be running around bra-less because they’ve got these things covering their face. Win!