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Dirty Harry


Slightly misogynistic, but largely one the coolest designs every invented, it's hands-down the Holy Grail of all beauty appliances. Obviously, it took all of two seconds to convince myself that every girl deserves a 357 Magnum hair dryer in her life. I swear, it would absolutely make my day.

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Unknown said…
I ENVY that alot!!!!!!!!!!!!

lucky u to have it

C:

http://moneygonefor.blogspot.com/
omg that is amazing!!!
electric feel said…
happy 2012.
ilikestuff said…
Damn, where would one buy this magical piece of equipment? and the real question: does it work?
That is absolutely the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my entire life! I must have it...!
Alex said…
But $500!!! The owner of the company should give you a free one for featuring it on your blog. *hint hint*

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