Shaving your balls.
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I have plenty of good knicks, Icebreaker (who use an Assos chamois), 2XU, Skins, etc. and they are fine on long rides, it's backing up long day after long day that's becoming the issue. I'm not really due a rest day just yet but I think I'll need one just to let my crotch recover a bit! I used half the worlds supply of Gurney Goo on my nether regions before tonight's session and that seemed to help things a little.
I do like the idea of talcum powder though but that's mainly just so I can add some visuals effects to my farts.
Knuckles
Lives under a bridge
I'm more worried about the other 1%, what the fuck are they doing down there?
Maybe the average age of most burners means the term
MANSCAPING
Has eluded you lot.
As a guy in his mid thirties I work with a lot of blokes who I consider youngins. It's actually commonplace for them to own a specific set of clippers and spend stupid amounts of money on hair removal techniques.
And their bloody mechanics... Hardly the most metrosexual of professions.
MANSCAPING
Has eluded you lot.
As a guy in his mid thirties I work with a lot of blokes who I consider youngins. It's actually commonplace for them to own a specific set of clippers and spend stupid amounts of money on hair removal techniques.
And their bloody mechanics... Hardly the most metrosexual of professions.
Knuckles
Lives under a bridge
I remember when MANSCAPING was putting on a clean singlet and the good thongs before going to the pub Saturday night.
moorey
call me Mia
Dipsticks.
Blowers.
Ramrods
Valves
Strokers
Shakers
Pushrods
pistons
rings
gay much? :kiss:
NUMBER5
Likes Dirt
LOL...... I think it's time for the BIG Rotorburn night out so we can put some faces to the comments... 
You guys are really talking me back to shuttling... back in a previous life when I did alot of surfing, we used to use Vasoline. Worked a treat, esp on those long surfari where you'd be in the water for up to 10 hrs a day. I think it also penetrated the skin so it would stop the chafing even after you stop using it(for a while anyway).
You guys are really talking me back to shuttling...
back in a previous life when I did alot of surfing, we used to use Vasoline. Worked a treat, esp on those long surfari where you'd be in the water for up to 10 hrs a day. I think it also penetrated the skin so it would stop the chafing even after you stop using it(for a while anyway).
Art Vanderlay
Hourly daily
I think that's what you meantLOL...... I think it's time for the BIG Rotorburn night out so we can put some scrotums to the comments...
pharmaboy
Eats Squid
The infamous Veet on amazon
For those that haven't yet come across this, pull up a chair and start reading the reviews - and forever be warned about removing hair down there.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/product-reviews/B000KKNQBK
Example story
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...
For those that haven't yet come across this, pull up a chair and start reading the reviews - and forever be warned about removing hair down there.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/product-reviews/B000KKNQBK
Example story
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...
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Jerry Atrick
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haha man i had forgotten about those veet reviews...
there goes my afternoon
there goes my afternoon
And we could make it a black tie event and call itLOL...... I think it's time for the BIG Rotorburn night out so we can put some faces to the comments...
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Norco Maniac
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Pharmaboy, you just made my day. I'm laughing so loud the dog is looking at me funny
harmonix1234
Eats Squid
Ball dreads. You're talking about dreaddies on your gonads?
How long is your ball hair!
wilddemon
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Pretty long but the memory can play tricks you know... Smooth as since about 20 yo. As for "what do women think?" questions, they think exactly the right thing and know exactly what to do...
silentbutdeadly
has some good things to say
Point and giggle?
Norco Maniac
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pretty much. I take to my bike-racing hairy Scotsman OH's man-haggis with the hairdressing scissors occasionally but I'd have nothing to grab onto in the throes of passion if he waxed. And I do so love his Elvis sideburns