Are they plumper? I bought a 24.00 lip plumper called Venom from Sephora last year that burned like hell but didn't really seem to do anything. Psychologically I felt like I had really sexy lips, though.

I don't know if they're actually plumper, but they FEEL plumper. Plumper. Plumper. That's a fun word to say. Plumper. Plumper. After a few times, it's like it's not even a word. Plumper. Plumper. Plumper.

I just spoke to my other sister on the phone, and she asked me several times if I was drunk. I'm beginning to see her point.

Does that stuff actually have venom in it? Because I'm very allergic to stingy things (the only time I've ever had an ambulance called for me? One of my now 15 beestings and I didn't have my epi pen). But I'd like to feel like I had sexy lips!

What kind is it, Teeps? I wanna get some!

Here tis! Ingredient list included. I don't think any of the plumpers include real venom.

Is that the same stuff they use to "plump up" other things?

Never mind.

I don't know if they're actually plumper, but they FEEL plumper. Plumper. Plumper. That's a fun word to say. Plumper. Plumper. After a few times, it's like it's not even a word. Plumper. Plumper. Plumper.

"Recently a shipment of lip plumper from China was seized by the authorities as part of an ongoing investigation after trace amount of a hallucinogenic substance was found tainting the plumper. Officials say that stinging sensation comes from a 'venom' that is in fact secretions from a rare variety of toad known to..."

I thought that if the lip plumper REALLY worked, you wouldn't be able to pronounce the word "plumper".

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Is that the same stuff they use to "plump up" other things?

You mean like Ballpark franks? I suppose, but I thought all you had to do was cook those for plumping and I don't think I'd much like a hot dog slathered with lip.....oooooohhhhhhhh.

(Had to be done)

I didn't catch it in my quick glance at the ingredients, but I've heard that the same stinging feeling (and lip-swelling) can be caused with cinnamon oil.

The thing is, though, if you kiss anyone wearing plumper (which IS a fun word) the go, like "AW JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE HELL" so the point is kind of murky.

Heehee. Yeah. That part's fun.

I'm gonna leave work and go buy some RIGHT NOW!

Beware to anyone who smooches me!

I love the use of "plumper" as a verb.

I have been repeating it endlessly in my head and it is cracking me up.

Plumper.

I love the use of "plumper" as a verb.

Y'mean like this'll really plump'er?

I am disappointed. It really didn't make my lips tingle more than my Burt's Bees Peppermint Lip Balm.

But hey, I bought it on sale for five bucks, so no harm done.

Wait! I got a different kind! Jesus, how many lip plumpers can one store have?

You mean like Ballpark franks? I suppose, but I thought all you had to do was cook those for plumping and I don't think I'd much like a hot dog slathered with lip.....oooooohhhhhhhh.

(Had to be done)

Hehe, nice!

plumper? I just met her!

Once upon a time, in 1992 actually, I was standing by Olvey-Andis dorm watching a women's soccer game and idly drinking Mello Yello from a can, when a yellowjacket emerged from the mouth of the can and attached itself to my lip, stinging it several times. I managed to get it off me and ran to the dorm for some water, with my hand over the already swelling lip.

When I got to the dorm lobby, my friend and her mom were sitting around, cooling off (it was a weekend and she was from Indy so her mom came sometimes on weekends). Now, mom was a nurse, a big friendly Jamaican nurse, and they coaxed me to move my hand away, and then mortified me by bursting into broad uproarious laughter.

I iced it, went to my room and looked in the mirror, and laughed at myself (through tears of embarrassment). My upper lip protruded about an inch and a half from my face, was swollen thicker than my thumb, and had a funny curl to it. I looked like a duck.

Every time I left my room, someone would laugh. So I stayed in and didn't go to dinner (also the bee juice made me woozy). Finally my concerned girlfriend came up and asked where I'd been. I spoke to her from behind my hand. She told me to move my hand, made a game of it, crawled up on the bed, all Honey, it's okay, I won't laugh, I promise, I just want to help, so I moved my hand away and she burst out laughing.