Serena Campbell
April 25 at 9:36pm ·
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, tore 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 an 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 and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary 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
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 ~ Cerys

Here’s a hilarious thread of 28 everyday things that have now been labeled racist

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This dude Greg who is apparently a gay combat veteran compiled this exquisite thread of everyday things that have now comically been labeled rrraaaccciiiisssssst by the Woke Mafia.

Per usual, instead of embedding a zillion tweets and hurting your wifi’s feelings, I have provided screen shots. If you wanna view it on Twitter, the thread starts here.

Now just grab some popcorn and get ready to learn all about how incredibly racist you are! Enjoy:

Now you know how irreparably racist you are. You are so freaking racist!!

I’ll go ahead and leave this here for you … please print it out, pin it to your shirt, and wear it everywhere: