
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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I got a funny look when I asked the doc about shaving - you have to do it yourself, now.
Bit wussy getting a general, though. You missed out on an exquisitely unpleasant feeling*, not to mention the fact that I got an electric shock through either elbow (contact with the metal bed) at each "cut", which I put down to the switch from cutting to cautery**.
*I'm convinced they didn't give enough time for the local to take effect, unless the vivid sensation of having each but violently twisted is normal?
**burnt pube stubble smells of popcorn
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 20:19, 1 reply)

Twas November the 5th 1995.
There was a rather badly worded info leaflet from the doctors about shaving but I hadnt taken enough off in completely the right area when the strange gentleman examined my efforts.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 23:15, closed)

What can I say,
It only really caught on for the ladies, I dont think a male pubic thatch styled into a fuzzy mohican was ever really going to be a fashion statement winner.
( , Fri 8 Mar 2013, 15:51, closed)
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