Sac Wax

Rich158

we really didn't need to know that

Rich158

we really didn't need to know that

Rich158

we really didn't need to know that

itboffin

Seems you REALLY did

Porn-tastic my friend

Rich158

Ffs, fecking Macs!!!! Give me a proper computer

It just shows how much I didn't need to know it

mkirby

Ok i have to know. Are you back to normal yet or are you still all pimpled? Doing it again any time soon?

Butterd2

mkirby wrote:

Ok i have to know. Are you back to normal yet or are you still all pimpled? Doing it again any time soon?

Well very kind of you to ask!

All is good thanks, no pimples, ingrowing hairs etc so it was worth doing.

I probably would do it again for a tour (ask me again in August) but was def too painful to make a regular habit!

scottgeniusltd2005

a funny story someone sent me about this subject.


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!

itboffin

:shock:

Drink lots of beer then smoother your arse in talc lots & lots

Nut job!!!

Oh and the tops of my thighs have what look like perm scars from the ingrown hairs :S

Didn't stop my doing it again only this time I trimmed. What I have noticed is my legs are very dry now.

No I will NOT be moisturising them ...

Mark Elvin

Pufftmw wrote:

My g/f wants me to..

She wants me to too.....LOL.

Mark Elvin

What you will find is some discomfort cycling when you get sack stubble!!!!!!! (err, so I'm told)

itboffin

Ooo look what I found, classic BR

prawny

Yeah it has been a bit slow on here the last couple of weeks, time to drag up some classics!

itboffin

Did that guy ever post on here again?

Headhuunter

scottgeniusltd2005 wrote:

a funny story someone sent me about this subject.


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 ********.

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 shoot- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shoot/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 shoot/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 shoot 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!

OMG I didn't see this the 1st time round and it definitely has to be the most awful comment every to grace BR.... I feel sick...

itboffin

Forget arse & leg hair whatever you do DON'T shave the old fella, Phew!

So I'm told

prawny

I think that story was a copy of the internet. If I remember correctly scottgenius was from the north, that post has an american twang about it.

prawny

itboffin wrote:

Forget ars* & leg hair whatever you do DON'T shave the old fella, Phew!

So I'm told

Definately dont use an epilator

veronese68

What were you looking for to drag this up?
But in the spirit of things...
I agree for not removing downstairs hair. Chemo put paid to mine a few years back. No hair meant betty swollocks as there was no hair to prevent direct skin to skin contact. When it was growing back it was just horrible. With all the other distractions at that time it could still make it's presence felt.
Apologies if I've already written this. I REALLY didn't want to read all of this thread again.

mudcow007

i once got back an shoulder waxed....now i consider my self to be a mans man grr an all of that but i cried like a girl when i was being waxed. when i was finished the women even said that if i come back to get redone she would do it for free as she enjoyed her self that much

its nice to give the old fella a bit of a trim every now an then though....

prawny

I'm not sure if I put it in here at the start but I got the Mrs to epilate my back a few times, I was sure it couldnt be that bad I pull individual hairs out all the time.

I swear some of my back hair must be connected directly to my spinal cord. I had tears in my eyes almost from the start.

rick_chasey

prawny wrote:

I'm not sure if I put it in here at the start but I got the Mrs to epilate my back a few times, I was sure it couldnt be that bad I pull individual hairs out all the time.

I swear some of my back hair must be connected directly to my spinal cord. I had tears in my eyes almost from the start.

Years of shaving/waxing/epilating dulls the nerves.

Clever Pun

itboffin wrote:

Did that guy ever post on here again?

yeah I think so, he works a couple of doors down from me so I've seen him a few times

I completely forgot I posted in this thread

itboffin

WTF

Has he been rolling on the floor in the barbers or did his mother have a thing with a yeti?



Dont worry i've called the veet police and the factory is opening especially this weekend to boost supplies

stanarchist

not sure whats more worrying - the hairy man or his lovely sofa

itboffin

stanarchist wrote:

not sure whats more worrying - the hairy man or his lovely sofa

That lump on the inside of his right leg :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:

merkin

He seems to have too many fingers.
I wish I didn't read the last post about worrying lumps, I hadn't noticed it til you brought it up. Now the eye is drawn...
...

MonkeyMonster

So all I see is a user called Merkin... re-awakens an old thread about waxing...

Wrath Rob

ITB, just what were you looking for when you found this? Or were you looking for this?

veronese68

Wrath Rob wrote:

ITB, just what were you looking for when you found this? Or were you looking for this?

I too wondered about that. Decided it's probably best that we don't know the answer.