"What's that Smell? What's that Smell?" Cunty Joe and the Fish

Oh yeah, the bitches are still at it.

Every day a bunch of (0) feedback twat morons come sauntering onto eBay, convinced there's gold between them thar legs.

They don't say "Pay $20 to smell my underwear." They try SUCH enticing bits of saleswomanship:

PACKAGED FOR SANITY????

Makes sense? NOT A LOT.

At least the monkey-with-a-script ladies at eBay don't defend this shit. "Yes, this is not acceptable," they say. Too bad the CEO doesn't quite agree, and pay somebody to respond to complaints on time, and knock this shit off within a business day.

"You don't see this on Amazon. If you walk into Victoria's Secret, no employee or customer shoves their thong-wearing butt in your face and asks you to smell them for a fiverrrrr. Why does it happen on eBay? Why should a woman looking to buy lingerie via eBay mail order, have to see some other woman twerking in her face?"

"Er, yes, this IS a problem..."

Meanwhile...

The bitches who sneak this crap every day always run idiotic ass pix of themselves.

As for text, well, no, they don't have much talent for THAT.

At best it's: "I'm sooooo juicy" or "Sent in a plastic baggie so it will retain MY AROMA. Will be cleaned as per eBay requirements, blah blah."

Yes, women ARE stupid.

Don't they realize they will get booted off faster than ugly fat stupid Robin Verger can waddle to a BOOT sale?

Below, a one-woman skunk farm. She was running "one day only" sneak auctions of panties, pantyhose and socks...FIVE or TEN items PER DAY.

She kept getting 'em removed, although she sure got a lot of quickie sales. Ebay: "We don't always suspend sellers. We advise them, give a warning, then limit them to only a few sales a day. We hope they learn to behave."

So what did this bitch do with the warnings? She stopped selling soiled underwear, yes. Instead...

She's not even the most obnoxious seller on eBay.

A worse item, too repulsive to be shown, states:

"On a hebdominal basis, I shave my pubes and deposit the little bits inside a flashlight. I screw the flashlight back together, and SHINE ON! You can see my pubes so clearly! I will include a beret that has bits of my dandruff and sweat in it. It also has the odor of beer and cigarettes!"

There was some blabber about the profits going to maintain a website that, twice every summer, sends five over-sized chunks of cheese to Finland.