Karl Lagerfeld off-of clothes, brusque and hot bodyguard, has designed a Coca-Cola bottle.
It costs 60 *searches for Euro button on computer, can’t find it*, and for your money you get a common or lady-garden Coca-Cola bottle, only with Karl Lagerfeld’s silhouette doodled on it. Oh, it comes in a box. So you get a box.
*makes a note of that*
Ladies and germs, do you too find it frustrating yet deliciously exciting that the entrance to a Coca-Cola bottle is just that little bit too small, so much so then went drinking straight from the bottle the combined effect of suction ‘n’ intense fizz gives you a sensation like no other?
Ladies and germs and in between, do you too find it fucking irritating when a waiter (or waitress. We’re very equal op’ round here. Though we’d prefer the lesbians to stay in the kitchen) insist on pouring out your Coca-Cola bottle into your glass, even though you’ve already said, ‘Please don’t, Cunty!’?
The canny amongst us will notice the Coca-Cola in question is ‘light’. That’s in order that Karl Lagerfeld can maintain the body of the world’s oldest girl.
*Aqua, cerveza, Karl Lagerfeld Coca-Cola light….!*