Kaal scheren

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:08 schreef Jonatan het volgende:
Hoi,

Wat is het beste, en hoe doe je het beste hoe je je ballen kaalscheert?

Thanks!

Met een aardappelschil mesje!!

Doe 't niet zeg ik je!!

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:10 schreef Jonatan het volgende:

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Waarom niet?

Doe het wel!!

wat dacht je van een scheermesje

alleen homo's scheren hun ballen!

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:10 schreef Jonatan het volgende:

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Waarom niet?

Je wilt er toch niet uit zien als een 10 jarig jochie met je kale ballen?
Bovendien gaat het waarschijnlijk verschrikkelijk jeuken waardoor je je de hele dag aan je ballen loopt te krabben.

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:09 schreef Joe-Momma het volgende:

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Met een aardappelschil mesje!!

dat dus werkt perfect.

oh en puick plan, ik moet het vanavond ook nog even doen werchter ftw

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:12 schreef Dartanion het volgende:
alleen homo's scheren hun ballen!

Bullshit!!!

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:12 schreef SuperwormJim het volgende:

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Bovendien gaat het waarschijnlijk verschrikkelijk jeuken waardoor je je de hele dag aan je ballen loopt te krabben.

Alleen de eerste keer daarna goed bij houden heb je er ook geen last van.

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:12 schreef Jonatan het volgende:

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Ja duhh, maar hoe behoud ik het langste het beste resultaat, en gaat het niet ONTZETTEND jeuken!?
Ook je lul zelf trouwens, ook gewoon met een scheermes?

ik vraag me de leeftijd van ts af

tevensch, Google ! -.-'

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:12 schreef SuperwormJim het volgende:

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Je wilt er toch niet uit zien als een 10 jarig jochie met je kale ballen?
Bovendien gaat het waarschijnlijk verschrikkelijk jeuken waardoor je je de hele dag aan je ballen loopt te krabben.

het jeukt helemaal niet

Harsen FTW!

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:14 schreef Gallorini het volgende:
Harsen FTW!

check

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:14 schreef Jonatan het volgende:

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Hoe doe jij het dan, en doe je dat gewoon als je lul hard of stijf is, wat is het beste?

Je ballen scheren, raketwetenschap Gewoon onder de douche tegen de haren in.

Mocht je het nog niet begrijpen dan raad ik je aan om het te proberen met een fohn in bad, de fohn moet wel onderwater zijn en niet op batterijen werken.

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:14 schreef Jonatan het volgende:

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Hoe doe jij het dan, en doe je dat gewoon als je lul hard of stijf is, wat is het beste?

Gozah joh... Aan je reacties te merken ga jij verlopig toch niet neuken en heb je waarschijnlijk 3 haren.. Trek ze er maar uit met een picet en geef meteen een slinger aan je piepie..

Gewoon een mesje.

Dat moet je door je vriendin laten doen. Oh.. sorry.

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:19 schreef Pakspul het volgende:

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Je ballen scheren, raketwetenschap Gewoon onder de douche tegen de haren in.

Mocht je het nog niet begrijpen dan raad ik je aan om het te proberen met een fohn in bad, de fohn moet wel onderwater zijn en niet op batterijen werken.

Check!! En als dat niet lukt ff de steker van een ouwe radio afknippen
de uit eindes kaalmaken, stekker in het stopcontact en 1 draadje op je eikel leggen en het andere draadje in je anus... En voila klus geklaard..

Voor TS als hij de rest ook wil doen

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!

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:12 schreef Dartanion het volgende:
alleen homo's scheren hun ballen!

en vrouwen zuigen er graag aan.

vind je een ijsje met haren erin ook zo lekker?

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:44 schreef raaavi het volgende:

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en vrouwen zuigen er graag aan.

vind je een ijsje met haren erin ook zo lekker?

of een ongeplukte kip

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:32 schreef Surveillance-Fiets het volgende:
Voor TS als hij de rest ook wil doen

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!

LOL!!!

ik zou het ook niet kaal scheren, dat is alleen maar moeilijk doen.
gewoon goed bijhouden, kortknippen als je echt vind dat je een aap bent. maar geloof me, kaal laat iedereen denken dat je een 10-jarig jongetje bent.

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:49 schreef Joe-Momma het volgende:

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LOL!!!

Ik lach me dood geniaal geschreven. Wat een kneus.

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 23:02 schreef Muchachooo het volgende:
ik zou het ook niet kaal scheren, dat is alleen maar moeilijk doen.
gewoon goed bijhouden, kortknippen als je echt vind dat je een aap bent. maar geloof me, kaal laat iedereen denken dat je een 10-jarig jongetje bent.

gewoon balletjes kaal, boven de plasser een nette getrimde horizontale streep...........netjes, schonn en fris voor de zuig(st)er;)

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 23:09 schreef klaasdj het volgende:

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Ik lach me dood geniaal geschreven. Wat een kneus.

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 22:49 schreef Joe-Momma het volgende:

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LOL!!!

Kenden jullie dat verhaal echt nog niet

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 23:27 schreef Seam het volgende:

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Kenden jullie dat verhaal echt nog niet

Nope!!

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Op woensdag 1 juli 2009 23:28 schreef Joe-Momma het volgende:

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Nope!!

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