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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:

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8:56 AM
K A T H L E E N said…
omg that is amazing!!!
9:52 PM
electric feel said…
happy 2012.
7:20 AM
ilikestuff said…
Damn, where would one buy this magical piece of equipment? and the real question: does it work?
1:54 PM
Fashion Handbag Wholesale said…
That is absolutely the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my entire life! I must have it...!
10:59 AM
Alex said…
But $500!!! The owner of the company should give you a free one for featuring it on your blog. *hint hint*
9:07 AM
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