So I shaved.
Toes, feet, ankles, calves, knees, unmentionables, and armpits.
Brrrrr…… It’s cold now.
But those 13 or 14 hairs had to go. I don’t shoot for quantity in my body hair, except on my head. That uppermost stuff is fast growing and thick enough to pull. Oh yeaahh (when I say that, I’m hearing the Kool-Aid Man’s voice, Oh yeaahh).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yPJVb5ZAL8 – The Kool Aid Man!
But everything else is sparse, few and far between, going more for length. The two hairs under my arms are really only under the right arm. When I shave under the left arm, the razor comes up empty. And I only shaved my legs because out in the sun, those three or four blond hairs look silly waving in the breeze. The pubes, well, I shave those three when they are in danger of me sitting on one of them.
I’m going on vacation this weekend so I shaved. Oh yeaahh.
You better believe it – I’m fancy like that!
I mean, what if I’m killed in a car wreck? (“Did you see that single foot long hair hanging out of her shorts?”) I don’t need the ambulance people gossiping about me. (“How about those two hairs curled up under that one arm? I thought it was a tarantula at first!”)
I didn’t even know I had hair on my toes until the other night.
The GF is rubbing my feet, oh yeaahh, and she says, “Hey did you know you have two hairs on your big toe?”
“Are they attached to my foot?”
I expected them to just be drifters, you know hairs just hitchhiking through my neighborhood or something. But she assured me they were mine and tried to pull them out, by wrapping one around her finger. OUCH! So yeah, stop that. Ugh. On the plus side, I don’t think I’ll ever need a facelift but I do look surprised now.
So I’m clean, shorn, and probably can wear smaller clothes at this point. Let’s travel!