Slamera63 of Yorksyanks wrote:Recycled from another forum.
Funniest thing I've read in years
THIS IS AN ACTUAL CUSTOMER REVIEW FROM A MAN ON AMAZON.CO.UK
AFTER USING VEET HAIR REMOVAL CREAM FOR MEN. Long but well 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 successful 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 if a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered
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 the destruction of
the meat and two veg.
Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off 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, took the lid off and positioned it
under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly
and the fiery stabbing 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 draw 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 I 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 its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was
running its 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 “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a
shock to her and she let out a scream.. as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an
involuntary spasm of shock within myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected
at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired
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.