Best invention ever for men

I don't need that thing as I shave the sack of potatoes and keep the grass short, same for pit grass keep short n clean, Mrs loves it

 

The first review tells you how to get rid of that burn

 

Best one here...worth the read:
After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I considerd myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen.
I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me.
The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.
The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involutary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect.

 

I'd beg to differ, all the echos I've ever used have been nothing but trouble. although that was at a vocational high school with a bunch of idiots running them daily so I guess that's to be expected, but when I graduated I was gifted a stihl by the shop teachers for outstanding performance and leadership skills in shop and that thing has yet to let me down

 

Must have been user error...







#threadjacked

 

About died laughing

 

@Ps3udonymous I'm rolling, thanks for that

 

As far as the echos at school were concerned... yes. chainsaws bars were warped and anodized from the heat of cutting too long and nearly everything had been dropped out of a loader bucket numerous times. I kept one of the 620p chainsaws hidden from people so that only the guys I could trust would use it. I pretty much maintained all the equipment in shop which was good experience to have but it really sucked when Id have to drop the rakers on the chains an 1/8th inch so the blades could actually cut

 

Thinking about my original comment, I have a battery powered stihl hedge trimmer and leaf blower. My weed eater is echo though. And lawn mower toro. Also, my beer is cold.

 

Stihl all day

 

If I can't buy it at my local home depot it's trash

 

I wish I could take credit, but it came from some unlucky, sprout sharting, guy from across the pond.

 

Read the reviews on sugar free gummies bears on Amazon

 

You sir, get the Crown... LOL

 

Smokeless gunpowder........

 

Lol I could barely finish reading this. Note to self- never use Veet.

 

Not sure... @ARamirez73 what do you think?

 

Great..sugar free Gummies and Coors Light...now...there's a party...

 

Duuuuhhhhh

 

The gummi reviews are hilarious, people actually admit to ordering after reading the reviews

 

I'm getting nostalgic...need to start collecting TY Beanie Babies....

 

I actually laughed out loud. Thank you for that.

Simply writing LOL doesn't give that the respect it deserves so I took the time to write it out, all 14 letters.

 

the One Blade will blow your mind

 

Wax it like a man.

Like a dolphin from the neckdown.

 

I use the "lawnmower" from manscaped. works well for me.

 

Isn't "just for men" now a known carcinogenic?

I swear I heard that recently. I must consult the almighty google.