Smooth balls
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Left on a depilatory cream for too long and now have to keep my balls separated from my shaft or both start burning like crazy when they touch each other. I know no one asked for this detail but I'm providing it anyway. File it under educational content.
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CAUTION: DO NOT EXCEED 7 MINUTES OF CONTACT
...unless you're a masochist
CAUTION: DO NOT EXCEED 7 MINUTES OF CONTACT
...unless you're a masochist
No hair crew intimate. I used it for around 6 mins. Maybe the clue was it started stinging at around 2 mins and it was time to stop. But no one was stopping my smooth ballsNair for men
CAUTION: DO NOT EXCEED 7 MINUTES OF CONTACT
...unless you're a masochist
. I swear I've used it longer. Maybe something with doing it after a right after a hot shower or repeated use of the cream across the months has made my skin more prone to chemical burn.Nah, it's recovering but it stingsLike permanently??
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(credit to the original writer on Amazon)
After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this Veet as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing cautionary reviews and wrote them off as soft office types... Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was!
I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any God to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid off and positioned it under me.
The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. l took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end, pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering "Ooooh that feels good". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in, it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream bucket was didn't improve my status in the household in the least... So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect.
(credit to the original writer on Amazon)
After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this Veet as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing cautionary reviews and wrote them off as soft office types... Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was!
I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any God to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid off and positioned it under me.
The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. l took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end, pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering "Ooooh that feels good". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in, it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream bucket was didn't improve my status in the household in the least... So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect.
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The Manscaped only gets things so short. I use it for the initial pass and then a careful use of a Braun foil to tackle the stubs. Smooth as silk.
I don't bother, why would I go through all that trouble.
Seriously rolling on the floor laughing with cramps
Good thing I was reading this without an audience around.
LOL... talk about knowing your audience and naming a product perfectly!
You wouldn't think an LED light would do anything but it illuminates the area nicely to see those small ones.
And after having mower accidents a few times with the 50$ buzz weed Wacker taking me out of the game till it healed lol. This works great with the one attachment with the foil in between two fine cutters that are really forgiving
Old school Razer's to dangerous with my old school hands. And left Razer burn. Wasn't pleasant looking at all lol
I hear ya but of the options put forward I've stayed with a Gillette Mach 3 blade and gotten very good at it. Yes there's a bit of a learning curve when you first start but rule #1 is DON'T PRESS hard because that only irritates the skin aka razor burn. Let the weight of the razor do the work and it's remarkable how well it works. I do it in the shower, so the water is the lubricant. Just practice a few times and you'll find what works best for you to get the smooth stubble free - with no cuts - look.
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