That’ll learn ya to ask first
Published by Kyso Kisaen August 12th, 2007My roommates and I have a fairly liberal your-stuff-is-my-stuff policy that works fairly well outside of minor quibbles about food. Books are borrowed with abandon, other people’s clothes sometimes pop up in your clean laundry, and when we finally move out from each other untangling the DVDs is going to be a mess. So when RoommateA needed to cut his hair, he went and borrowed RoommateB’s hair trimmer.
He was returning it to the proper bathroom when RoommateB came home.
“Uh, that’s cool but you should know that I mostly use it to trim ‘myself’.”
Blank stare.
“Dude, my balls.”
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AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh no.
My best friend uses that as revenge on his older brother when he does something to piss him off. Shaves his balls with his brother’s hair trimmer.
lol. burn! ah well, what’s a little pubic hair between friends?
Erm, why all the ball shaving/trimming?
I didn’t ask. I guess because all the cool kids do it nowadays. My generation is one that is not ashamed to admit to lovingly maintained pubic regions, even if they don’t actually result in more sex. Hell, if you’re really off the deep end, you can buy special pube shampoo conditioner.