Wat nu??
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Natuurlijk moet je die scheren, je wilt toch niet dat die haren gaan ingroeien in je plasbuisquote:Op zaterdag 2 februari 2019 19:42 schreef alexlefou het volgende:
Mijn vrouwelijke wederhelft heeft me net gevraagd om dit te doen....
Wat nu??
Je bent toch godverdomme geen neanderthalerquote:Op zaterdag 2 februari 2019 19:54 schreef stokj het volgende:
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Natuurlijk moet je die scheren, je wilt toch niet dat die haren gaan ingroeien in je plasbuis
ah jaJe goever moet je ook van tijd tot tijd scheren, anders blijft al je stront daar aan plakken en dat zal wel geen prettig gevoel zijnquote:
Onder de douche, schietgebedje en gaan.quote:
Niet met een bot mes overigens
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Hoe? Je hebt je gezicht toch ook wel eens geschoren?quote:
Ik ga bij de barbier, zou hij mijn ballen scheren?quote:
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Hoe? Je hebt je gezicht toch ook wel eens geschoren?
Dan zou ik het eerder door een vrouwelijke barbier laten doen dan een mannelijke. Je weet nooit dat één van je balletjes opeens in een warme mannelijke mondbad terecht komtquote:
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Ik ga bij de barbier, zou hij mijn ballen scheren?
Neen vind het zo mietachtigquote:
Je vrouwelijke wederhelft vraagt jou haar ballen te scheren? Ik zou mijn privilege ff checken.quote:
Mijn vrouwelijke wederhelft heeft me net gevraagd om dit te doen....
Wat nu??
Hoe dan ook heeft ze meer ballen dan jij.
Ha-ha-ha heel grappigquote:
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Je vrouwelijke wederhelft vraagt jou haar ballen te scheren? Ik zou mijn privilege ff checken.
Hoe dan ook heeft ze meer ballen dan jij.
Wel verbaasd dat iedereen zijn ballen scheert hier
Je hebt ons niet verteld waarom je wifey wilt dat jij je ballen (en als ze slim is je goever) scheert.quote:
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Ha-ha-ha heel grappig
Wel verbaasd dat iedereen zijn ballen scheert hier
Ze wilt ze nu niet in haar mond nemenquote:
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Je hebt ons niet verteld waarom je wifey wilt dat jij je ballen (en als ze slim is je goever) scheert.
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160 dagen na chemo en heb er nog steeds geen haar
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quote:Op zaterdag 2 februari 2019 19:44 schreef -mosrednA het volgende:
Ja, haren op mn ballen vind ik kloten
Schrik om me op dat gevoelige plekjes te snijdenquote:
Gewoon doen toch. Of kan je niet met een scheermesje overweg?
Vraag ik me ook af maar blijkbaar wilt madam dat ik ze scheerquote:
Op Haren in de mond natuurlijk. Mensen die roepen 'puur natuur', moeten ook niet gek opkijken als hun sekspartner er niet met volle overtuiging op duikt.quote:
Ik heb geen sekspartner.quote:
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Haren in de mond natuurlijk. Mensen die roepen 'puur natuur', moeten ook niet gek opkijken als hun sekspartner er niet met volle overtuiging op duikt.
Geduld kieke, geduld!quote:
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Ze wilt ze nu niet in haar mond nemen
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gewoon scheermes onder de douche.quote:
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__!met een gasbrander kan het ook. Of opschuren met een grof schuurpapiertje.quote:
Gewoon tape gebruiken voor het harsen.
Met de gasbrander moet je wel door blijven gaan en niet te lang op één plek blijven hangen!quote:
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met een gasbrander kan het ook. Of opschuren met een grof schuurpapiertje.
Bron: ervaring
goeie aanvullende tip voor TS. Bedankt.quote:
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Met de gasbrander moet je wel door blijven gaan en niet te lang op één plek blijven hangen!
Bron: ervaring
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Goed zoo! En heeft ze je ballen gegeten?quote:
Nu hopen dat ze ze in haar mond wilt nemen
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Natuurlijk scheren. Een vrouw zit niet te wachten op horlogeveertjes achter in haar huig.
Maar ik scheer wel mijn anus haar. Vanwegen de hygiëne je weet wel.Uiteraard. Wie wil er nou tarrels?quote:Op zondag 3 februari 2019 23:47 schreef Cousin_Eddy het volgende:
Hoe doe je dat als ik vragen mag?quote:
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Hoe doe je dat als ik vragen mag?
https://bellatory.com/hygiene-grooming/How-To-Shave-Your-Buttocks
Dat magquote:
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Hoe doe je dat als ik vragen mag?
Dan smaken ze ook zoeterquote:
Jeetje wat zijn mijn balletjes fris vandaag, ik heb ze ook ingesmeerd met cocos crème h-e-e-r-l-i-j-k
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Dan moet je even vragen welke geur hij ruikt.quote:
Complimentje gekregen van mijn collega dat ik lekker ruiken, zou dat de ballen zijn?
maar da's kut krijg je weer een puist of cyste.Dan komt er tenminste weer eens een keer wat uit bij je.quote:
scheer je ook je tenen? en de onderkant van je voet?quote:
Ik scheer altijd alles, behalve m'n benen.
Nee dat dan weer niet. Laat ik het dan zo zeggen; ik scheer m’n hele schaamstreek, borst en oksels.quote:
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scheer je ook je tenen? en de onderkant van je voet?
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.quote:
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!
Haha gekke Gordon Ramseyquote:
Die collega heeft dan wel een neus als een dagoe dat die de geur van je ballen zou kunnen ruikenquote:
Complimentje gekregen van mijn collega dat ik lekker ruiken, zou dat de ballen zijn?
Synopsis a.u.b.quote:
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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!
Wat heb ik al die tijd met haar op mijn ballen gedaan
Heb je er een paar sjekkies van gedraaid?quote:
Geschoren ballen
Wat heb ik al die tijd met haar op mijn ballen gedaan