Carrying around a bottle of Rhoto is like waving a hemp flag. Nobody in their right mind would use what is affectionately referred to as “mouthwash for your eyeballs” unless they’ve got a mean set of screaming-red eyeballs that need tending to. But through pain comes pleasure, and if you can bear the burn you are left with eyes that shine with an almost unnerving light. They are even hilariously separated into three levels of intensity, as if the mildest one is anything that even approaches “mild.”

Tumble Dry Comics: Phone etiquette is so important. It lets people know your race even when they can’t see you.