Take Away Face Wrinkles with Stanley Home Products - Health

Glide was just the type of guy that would start to get vain after he turned sixty. He had been one of those people who bragged about his high school football prowess long after the school itself was just a pile of memories. He sold Stanley Home Products, and then learned to fly an airplane and he only flew the biplanes cause then he could stick his head out of the cockpit and feel the breeze pushing back his pony tail. A pony tail was about all he had left, and he was bantered about how he had to spend about an hour each morning gathering up enough hair to make even that. But now, he was wanting something that would take away face wrinkles.

He was getting a little lined. As a matter of fact, his face looked like the spider cracks on a windshield after a BB hits it. Don't tell him that though; he was proud of that weather beaten old mug of his and he insisted all he needed was one of those good ol' Stanley Home Products that would take away face wrinkles. He said he had once sold to a lady who was so wrinkled up that she could eat green persimmons for a month and not generate enough pucker to straighten them out. He said the next time he went by her place after she bought a case full of that stuff from Stanley Home Products, you couldn't tell her face from Elizabeth Taylor's in "National Velvet."

He wanted some help going through the catalog to look for something that would take away face wrinkles because his eyesight wasn't what it used to be. He trusted the work of Stanley Home Products because they supplied him with all the cleaning products that kept his place so spic and span and the hand cream that allowed his hands to be so soft and supple. Well, I don't know about supple, but I found out that they weren't soft after I started ragging on his lack of cleaning ability. He said that he had fallen on hard times and hadn't been able to buy the right supplies lately.

Once he got the stuff, I have to admit that it did take away face wrinkles. He looked like an old, bald, gray thatched version of his younger self. Luckily I can run faster than him, and I got away before he could exact vengeance.

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