So I’m minding my own business in the shower, trying in vain again to scrub the slime of softened water off, when I’m confronted by a demon.
Fructis the Soul-Renderer, Flayer of the Weak, Builder of Bodies
I mean, seriously, who brands their froo-froo shampoo with a made-up Latin derivation that brings to mind not so much the scents of watermelon and lingonberries but the rising chant of monks in horror films featuring demons and/or William Shatner and the eventual mauling of a poor, innocent teenager.
Triple nutrition? That means Fructis must feast on the hearts of three virgins.
No, this is not my shampoo. It belongs to my beautiful wife. I use the more manly Suave. It’s not manly because its name implies being smooth and confident; it’s more manly because it costs less than a dollar a bottle.
Suave is a good choice. There’s little perceptible effect between two virgin shampoo and three virgin shampoo, but the former is far less expensive than the latter.