Raka rövhår
Inlägg: Hittade det här om rövrakning I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all, though tasteless, that you may learn from my error.
En enkel guide till hur du tar bort rumphår
It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my ass cheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butt hair dwelling.
Eventually I would have to do one of two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its "Can't-Be-Flushed" threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea.
Hår i rumpan - ska jag raka?
So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg! It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. America On-line now has complete Usenet access! Such was my anal shaving idea. I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding ay ass of hair.
Hur rakar jag hår i ansiktet med Philips OneBlade?
Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of my hair. My ass was smooth as ivory, I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for ass-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for work. After climbing 5 flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant.
The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two ass cheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but I had to get to work.
Får jag raka av mitt barns hår för att bota hen från löss?
Eventually, I thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop molecules lingering around my brown starfish. As I made my way back home, it started to itch. Damn, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back home.
Unfortunately, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my house, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny crane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.