Ik veegde me een ongeluk en na een halve wc rol kwam ik tot de conclusie dat mijn ferme bos konthaar de grote boosdoener was voor dit oponthoud..
En ja.. Ga het maar eens scheren.. Sowieso heb je geen zicht (tenzij je voor de spiegel gaat liggen) en sowieso vind ik het ronduit ranzig om mijn scheermes voor de baardgroei daarvoor te gebruiken. Daarnaast is het afscheren van konthaar een aftakeling van je "mannelijk zijn".
Klacht: Konthaar zit op vervelende plek, is té talrijk en afscheren is not done + geen optie ivm schoon scheermes
Je kunt je daar gemakkelijk scheren, gewoon het mesje zo vlak mogelijk houden, succes
quote:ik voorspel een bloedbadOp donderdag 13 september 2007 19:10 schreef JamesBrownie het volgende:
Koop gewoon van die wegwerpscheermesjes, kosten niet veel en werken goed en je gooit ze weg na gebruik.
Je kunt je daar gemakkelijk scheren, gewoon het mesje zo vlak mogelijk houden, succes
quote:dat is toch voor je voeten ?
quote:Waarom?
quote:Als je steeds over je voeten pist lijkt me dat een prima oplossing inderdaad.Op donderdag 13 september 2007 19:15 schreef Het_Jodenkoek het volgende:
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dat is toch voor je voeten ?
Anders moet ie t harsen als ie bang is dat ie zijn reet opensnijdt met een scheermesje.
quote:Ja.Op donderdag 13 september 2007 19:22 schreef Mopst3r het volgende:
Geld dit ook voor dat haar dat tússen je naad zit??
quote:en dan een scheet laten !!1!!Op donderdag 13 september 2007 19:22 schreef Ranja_Ranja het volgende:
Weghalen met een aansteker dan maar
quote:Gaat het over oorhaar?Op donderdag 13 september 2007 19:22 schreef Ranja_Ranja het volgende:
Weghalen met een aansteker dan maar
Zo... nog van plan om te scheren?
quote:Op donderdag 13 september 2007 19:30 schreef Yankee_One het volgende:
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en dan een scheet laten !!1!!
quote:Op donderdag 13 september 2007 19:07 schreef Flashwin het volgende:
het is wachten op dat engelse verhaal over die gast die zn konthaar had weggeschoren
quote:Don't Shave That Hair!!!
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.
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 asscheeks. 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 butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do 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. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. 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 my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, 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 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 anal-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 class. After climbing two 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 asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-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 to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-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. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
quote:Jij bent hermafrodiet!Op donderdag 13 september 2007 19:41 schreef Het_Jodenkoek het volgende:
Foto impressie .. titel: Ik scheer met een nagelknipper
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quote:Auchh
quote:Op donderdag 13 september 2007 20:05 schreef SuperHarregarre het volgende:
Zo'n gast die had z'n hele sluitspier erafgesneden met een scheermes. Die gast liet dus de hele dag gewoon alles lopen.
PLAS- EN POEPHUMOR quote:Poep- en pieshumor.
Als je je reet niet schoonkrijgt moet je ff onder de douche stappen. 
Opgelost
quote:Zie verhaal, heeeeel fout idee
Zelfde als okselhaar scheren, eerste uren jeukt het echt veel, schijtirritant, en als je zweet is het ook spekglad, net als in zijn verhaal.. maar dan zonder shit enzo, dus alleen zweet
Mja, tenminste geen goor okselhaar in de zomer
quote:D'r groeit iets uit uwe kont, mèskeOp donderdag 13 september 2007 19:41 schreef Het_Jodenkoek het volgende:
Foto impressie .. titel: Ik scheer met een nagelknipper
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